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Jess&039;s eyes were open but empty With even a small amount of Jess&039;s blood in Kate, they had a connection The girl&039;s trip - different fro realities - washed over her The barriers between theirla la la in the rasses, crowned by a circlet of fluttering cartoon butterflies Kate was overwheledy

DeBoys wanted her to see Jess as a thing, a token, a convenience, a snack A centrefold filled to bursting with strawberrywas for hile and inevitable doet communion

Kate was nauseated by how irl she barely knew This connection was easy to mistake for love She&039;d done that before Too often

In Jess&039;s ing &039;Hey, ninety-eight point six, it&039;s good to have you back again&039; Not &039;Screaain&039;

Impatient, DeBoys pressed Kate&039;s face to Jess&039;s breast As always, intimate contact with a warm person was a pleasant shock Warm meant 986- Fahrenheit war vampires rarely told their war the a hot-water bottle

Kate rolled her face against Jess&039;s bosoone wet-nurse? Red wetness seeped between the girl&039;s skin and her cheek

Kate&039;s ue

The Black Monks repeated &039;hellfire to quaff&039; as if on a tape recording played at the wrong speed, elongating the words to lessness

She was in a quick moment

Fran whispered &039;Bite her&039; So did the others Bite her, bite her, bite her

Bite Bitter Bat Her Herr Hair

Jessica&039;s blood eet as the filling of Cook&039;s cherry pie

BOP and Gold Top took her back to childhood Was hers a trip to the nursery? The wos Fangs around her eyes, at the ends of her fingers, in her belly, in her vulva, budding from the insides of her elbows She hadout,&039; Keith said to Fran &039;Longer than you did&039;

&039;She&039;s a stubborn sister,&039; said DeBoys

Kate&039;s lips were stuck to Jess&039;s chest, as if by black frost She couldn&039;t pull aithout leaving skin The vacuum in her mouth drew blood from the superficial cut

Rainbow pathways Faces in clouds Kaleidoscope eyes Le&039;s hallucinations were shallow It was a wonder she didn&039;t hear sitarcaterpillar

She just heard and saw her Paul, ululating her own love back at her He didn&039;t need a reflection while he had Jessica

Kate&039;s eyes were bloody with tears

This poor idiot was going to die under her fangs and she couldn&039;t stop Jessica Van Helsing would be the next victim Kate Reed would be the next ht herself

&039;Bite her,&039; said DeBoys, issuing an order, noti thedown at the peasant in the field And being a junky That was the other thing, the thing he&039;d covered up He needed his fix BOP, hu cocktail Eric DeBoys eating blood Great bullets of it stood out on his forehead Trickled in his chest hair Made sticky patches on his shirt He was starting on the shakes

Take away the black robes, the hellfire salutes and the pseudophilosophy and this was all about shooting up She was almost disappointed

But that was a tiny quibble

Jess&039;s heartbeat sounded like a galley dru speed

Kate&039;s red thirst could be restrained no longer

Her jaws gripped like a bear trap and her fangs sank into meat Sundered blood vessels e for a vein and a steady pulse Jess&039;s heart thumped her skull

If unrestrained, she&039;d break Jess&039;s sternum and pry away the bones She&039;d cheards her heart and tear into the aorta, the body&039;s h the trunk

She would swi with no sha?&039; asked someone &039;Why&039;s she not?&039;

Only she wasn&039;t that kind of girl

She was the Sensible One She knew - had always known, despite the stings of Penelope&039;s put-downs - that she could be as sensual as sensible She wasn&039;t prim She wasn&039;t an old maid She wasn&039;t what they&039;d expected her to be

But she had her limits This was one

Dah for the both of theer

She took her mouth out of her victiirl was bucking and bleeding At last, she was afraid - her rainbows shone black and her butterflies iant wasps

Fran bent to drink from Jess&039;s wound, but Kate blocked sharply with the heel of her hand She felt the vampire&039;s nose break Fran was pushed across the floor and knocked over a lava lamp She yelped as the hot object stuck to her bloody face She flailed with her razor and slashed an inflatable pouffe The thing hissed and collapsed like a burst souffle

Kate pressed her fingers over Jess&039;s bite-wound, stanching the blood

&039;I told you, Eric,&039; said Anna &039;She&039;s weak&039;

&039;No,&039; he said &039;She&039;s strong That&039;s her probleirl Jess wasn&039;t safe yet, the little fool Her eyes flicked away, towards the impassive youth who&039;d watched all this happen

&039;Paul,&039; she said, i, &039;Paul&039;

&039;Look at me, Jess,&039; said Kate &039;Me It&039;s Kate Reed Remember&039;

Of course, her face

She hadn&039;t bitten anything vital Jess would dribble blood for a while, needed to to be careful about infection and would have an unsightly scar that h-necked blouses, but she would live - or, at least, not die fro Kate had done to her A pint of Bovril and ashe was let alone now

A coldpressed into Kate&039;s teun to her head

&039;Her You Choose&039;