Emily's Diary · Confessions of an Emotional Predator

You don’t need to encounter an actual vampire to have your heart penetrated and your soul sucked dry.

In this dark psychological romance novella, Emily thinks she knows everything about the fine art of manipulation and control of men. Then she meets a guy who unwittingly manages to slip through her defenses and unlock the heavily bolted door to her heart. But who enters next through this now open door she never sees coming.

Excerpt Emily's Diary:

"Why do I gain so much pleasure from destroying another person's fond illusions of love? Am I that evil or do I just need to feed on their torment to satisfy some emotional hunger within me?

This hunger has been part of me for as long as I can remember; a constant feeling of emptiness that I myself can't fill. Therefore I must select victims who have what I need and are willing to gamble it for the chance of getting what they want.

They believe they want what they see in me. On the surface I appear naive and innocent, totally incapable of inflicting pain on another person. But behind my waifish facade lurks the heart of an assassin. I shed no tears nor do I feel remorse for those I execute.

Before I slay them I plunder their heart for what I need. And what I need is their love, their warmth, and their compassion. These are the things that sustain the soul and these are the qualities that are not inherent within me.

I give nothing back to those who love me simply because I have nothing to give. Or maybe it's just that I don't like leaving my heart vulnerable to another's sentimental dagger. The love I get from others I burn up instantly and continually demand more and more until they themselves are empty.

The men I drain are under the illusion that I will just reflect back some of the love that they’ve been giving me. They don't realize that this love is used up as soon as I receive it. I am in essence an emotional black hole.

So how does it end? The way it always ends. As with the vampire, once the victim is bled dry he’s of no further use to me and is unmercifully disposed of."