the soot that covered my skin was not enough to keep me from looking like the virgin mary , and she sank into hymns and devotion , she even saw my veils in the colors she had known in churches of childhood , as she yielded to me , and i - knowing that i need n't drink , but thirsting for her , thirsting for the anguish she could give forth in her final moment , thirsting for the tasty red blood that would fill my mouth and make me feel human for one instant in my very monstrosity - i gave in to her visions , bent her neck , ran my fingers over her sore tender skin , and then it was , when i sank my teeth into her , when i drank from her - it was then that i knew you were there .