"I wish it too," Inari murmured, "But he'll never hurt anyone again." She wished she could have fought off her attacker before it had gone so far. She wished she could have had the chance to find love. Now, if she ever found it, it would burn her, and she could never truly, safely be with just one person.
She sighed, and swallowed the bile that kept trying to rise in her throat. She would control her Hunger. It would not control her.
"My father. He's like a vampire, but instead of drinking blood, his kind feed on the life force of other living things. Emotions like fear, anger, despair. Lust." She let out a choked sob in spite of herself. "I was going to save myself for someone special."