I managed to whisper-almost hiss-his name, Nathaniel. I work tonight. I'd caught my hair on fire once. Why? The vampire on the ground answered, They fear us, in a strangled voice.
Cost him in power he might have had, safety he might have built for his vampires, and in the sheer pleasure he might have experienced. It was my turn to look off into the distance, because I was trying to think how to explain without explaining too much. The last gun shot echoed into the night. My body sliding along the front of his, held in place only by teeth and hair.
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