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Polly will have no further children. I made sure of that. I cut Polly’s womb, the precious place where life grows, and no more babies.

Kierran cannot betray me again. I hate him for having children without me, and I would like to know just who he thinks he is. I taught Kierran a lesson he’ll never forget.

When Kierran returns to join me, then we will have our very own babies to love and care for.

There’ll be no more betrayal. Kierran will thank me for freeing him from this life.

Dear God, help me. I have done what you commanded, and now I deserve a reward. Surely, I earned the right to have Kierran in my arms—or is this ranting of the mad?

Of course not. I am not insane, just on a mission.

God has given me orders to free the prostitutes of their innocent souls before they can corrupt them. In God’s eyes, we are all His children, and He did not intend for us to live like this. This existence is cruelly inflicted on God’s innocent creatures.

As we must rid the world of vampires, then I have to also relieve the world of callous prostitutes. Jacques will understandwhat I am saying. Maybe I should tell Jacques about our new mission. Then again, Jacques might not agree and try to stop me. For how would we feed then? Plus, Jacques can be quite moral.

I don’t know, and I am a little scared at the huge task facing me. After a few more deaths, the other Vam’pirs might join me in achieving God’s goals.

???

Julia clearly had lost all sense of reasoning. Deep down, Julia realised the others and I would try to stop her.

I cannot even begin to put myself in her shoes, and I wouldn’t dare to. There would have been no containing Julia. But we would have tried to halt the murderous rage building. I don’t see how Julia could lump all prostitutes in with Polly.

I think Julia guessed she was in the wrong and possibly was trying to escape responsibility for her acts of violence.

The slaughtering of the womb was an act of a childless mother.

Julia’s desire to be a parent was strong, and I believe she retaliated against those who were able to have children. She was insanely jealous of the fact that Polly had five children, and this was her punishment to Polly. By cutting the womb, Julia was saying, ‘now you are like me.’

I repeat myself by saying I wish I had known. Julia was too far gone for me to help, but Eduardo might’ve. He was the most logical of us. But even while I chew this over, I know Julia’s madness couldn’t be stopped.

Reading her diary proves she was so far gone that my solution was the only one possible.

Chapter Twenty-three.

September 8th.

Tonight, I took my third victim, and once again, this was a prostitute. The fear from Polly’s death has faded. Surely this time will warn those dirty whores someone is hunting them. The terror might force them to stop selling their bodies. But I doubt it; they are a greedy, drunken bunch, with no consideration for their trapped and tortured souls.

Although many claim they commit the sin to feed their family, they are lying. They needn’t trade themselves for food. Those women are sex-crazed.

This one I got tonight was roughly five feet tall and about forty-five years of age. She owned the name Annie Chapman. Annie, too, was a drinker, and that’s another reason to sell their bodies. Alcohol, why can’t they live without the devil’s drink? I taught Annie being drunk is a terrible thing.

Gin gets you killed. Silly woman did not even realise I was following her.

The whore begged before she passed, claiming she had a daughter and two dead children. In trying to build a rapport, she told me her name. Annie said I must not kill her, for the child needed her as the father passed a few years beforehand. She claimed she had only turned to prostitution because he had died, and she needed the money.

Rubbish, there are other jobs Annie might have done. All I could see was this innocent soul begging to be released, and so I did it.

Why are people compelled to lie? If they spoke truthfully, then I might offer mercy and allow them to live, but all they do is fib.

‘I’m a whore and don’t wish to die.’

How simple is that? I might listen, but I doubt it. Call me God’s Hand, for it is God’s mission I am on, and I must complete it.

Annie lost her womb just like Kierran.

Annie Chapman’s return is destined, and she shall be as she should. A lady who is clean and pure. There is no reason to sell her body, and I do not approve. But I ensured that Annie will not bear any more children. Why should Annie when I cannot?

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