I knew that one hunger could be turned into another, but until that moment, where I could almost taste his lips on mine, I hadn't realized that there would come a point where something must be fed. She was the only psychic I knew, and trusted. You bled them to death so you guys could have some marathon sex session, I said it, and my voice wasn't horrified, in fact, it sounded empty. He nodded.
It was almost as if, being able to stop the ardeur in its tracks, to completely turn it off once it had filled me, pissed the ardeur off. Some of them scattered the wrong damn way. He smiled, but grinning was rare. If you tell anyone else I'll deny it, say sleeping with the undead has made you hallucinate.
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