Interview with the Wild Wolf

I was born in darkness. My parents, Fear and Insecurity, raised me to their standards. I would watch all day, drink the pain of abuse, dwell in the joy of sorrow. At night, I came out to play. He would wake up bruised and bloody, scared and helpless. It was beautiful. He knew I did it, but wouldn't dare speak a word. How could he? Everyone already thought he was strange and crazy; he wouldn't dare want to prove them right. And so I stayed, hidden and waiting. His fear grew into terror. His terror fueled me, and soon enough, he was mine. All mine. Then something happened, something strange. Somewhere hidden inside his fear came a light, a light she created. She became his hope, the hope I dreaded. Day by day I lost control. I became hungry, starved of his fear. Finally, one day, I did not awake; but he did... next to her.