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"I couldn't take my eyes off her as I pushed towards her, and her free arht the scent of her blood, strong and pu alive beneath her olive skin

"She pulled e bedroo low-set black eyes looked atred mouth

" 'You saw hiht, he does that to e She ripped at my coat and pulledloose from its diamond-studded combs 'Come on, now, let's do it, hurry, I want hi ¡¯

"I caught her chin in ht hand and turned her face up to me I kissed her mouth What was that to me? The blood scent overwhelmed me I went for her throat I bit down hard and the artery exploded, the blood gushing down over her wedding dress as I tried to pull away; it was a positive fountain springing fro er, my luck Oh, God in Heaven I drank and drank She was limp, in a brand of ecstasy, a litany of banal innocence thudding out of her, no evil, no design, no e, no pain

"On and on I drank the salted blood I belonged to it, was a slave to it Wanted nothing more than it Except that she somehow not die, that there not be blood all over her white dress, her splendid white dress

"Her heart went out like ait back I held her, shook her Coain, like a fool, until there was no ed I ive I tossed her like a doll A broken bride doll She was so dead! Look at the diamonds in her ruined hair

"Soainst the wall I hit it so hard that I went blind and senseless for a ht I saw her dead there, sliding off the foot of the bed onto the floor, the blood all over her dress, her pretty lace dress, her lovely white lace dress with its webs and circles of lustrous pearls, her hair fallen froer, no more hate

"It was Petronia who had flung ola and threw ain This time I felt the blood flow from the back of my head I was in a shock of pain She pitchedI dropped down, doards the sea I felt I was dying I was full of innocent blood and I was dying I eeping and I was dying, and the bride, the poor bride, she was dead, and I had left her covered in her own blood, all the brides of Blackwood Farm betrayed, Ophelia Immortal never to be my bride betrayed, blood on her white dress, Rebecca never to be Manfred's bride laughing

"We were back in the palazzo and Petronia struckme and herself that she had made me

" 'I but a tart, and for that you killed her! In a wilderness of killers, you killed her She was nothing but a tart You fool ' Again and again, there came the blows to my face -- pain, but pain isn't death -- then the kicks toto the floor

" 'Stop her,' roared the Old Man 'Stop her, stop her, stop her ¡¯

" 'I take you to hunt a wedding, thick with killers, and you kill the bride!' she seethed She kicked at roin 'Stupid, clu, idiot, clumsy!¡¯

"The Old Man roared: 'Make her stop!¡¯

" 'And the blood on her dress, how you did it! Moron, idiot, fool! Where did you think you were? What did you think you were?¡¯

"Finally Arion pulled her off me