Aphrodite
I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears.
I threw my head back, overcome by the desire to feed. Yet I would be patient for my Aphrodite. She needed to eat first. She needed to have her fill.
I ran my hands through Aphrodite's hair. She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied."