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"Your hair's like so spun from amber, as if the a fine airy threads and let to dry that way totresses You're sweet, boylike and pretty as a girl I wish I had one glimpse of you in antique velvet the way you were for him, for Marius I wish I could see for one s and wore a belted doublet seith rubies Look at you, the frosty child My love doesn't even touch you "

This wasn't true

His lips were hot, and I could feel the fangs under theainst h me, and my body tensed and then shuddered, and it eet beyond prediction I resented thi

s lonely intih to transform it, or rid myself of it utterly I'd rather die or be away, in the dark, simple and lonely with common tears

Fro anything Not a connoisseur, just a blood drinker

"You ry," I whispered "Not for you but for one who is doomed and yet alive I want to hunt Stop it Why do you touch entle?"

"Everyone wants you," he said

"Oh, I know Everyone would ravage a guilty cunning child! Everyone would have a laughing boy who knows his way around the block Kids irls are all tooboys? They're not like men, are they?"

"Don't mock me I meant I wanted only to touch you, to feel how soft you are, how eternally young "

"Oh, that's ," I said "You speak nonsense words for one so pretty yourself I' out I have to feed And when I've finished with that, when I'm full and hot, then I'll co you want " I stepped back just a little froers released h for the trees

"They could see nothing green here, and it's spring outside, southern spring I can sh the walls I want to look just for a moment on flowers To kill, to drink blood and to have flowers "

"Not good enough Want to make the book," he said "Want toaround forever "

"Oh, nonsense, of course you will You think I'm a doll, don't you? You think I' as I stay "

"You're a bit el, and talk like a co "

"Such arrogance! I thought you wanted me "