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hate it, don't you?"
"How analytic of you," she said, calmingЕ the worst was over. She had dreaded
the telling of it more than anything else. And he was finding out all her
secrets. It was alarmingЕ but kind of comforting, too. "And you're right. I
fucking hate it. AndЕ it's been a while since my lastЕ I mean, there was you,
but I managed to stop myself, andЕ"
"Well, how much do you need?"
"I never measured," she snapped.
"Like, a pint? A half-pint? A gallon? What?"
"Daniel, what difference does it make?"
"Well." He cleared his throat. "The reason I was asking was, you could chomp on
me again."
"Oh, no!" She couldn't recall ever being so shocked. And gratified. He was so
kind. He had always been kind. "No, I couldn't do that to you."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not volunteering to be the horse led to slaughterЧ"
"Sheep."
"Not that, either. And I don't want you to, like, drain me. But you could have a
little. Holy shit, what the hell happened to your mouth?"
She clapped her hands over her lips. His words had brought out her fangs; she
was very much afraid she had started to drool. "Nothing," she mumbled. "Let's
talk about something else."
He came closer, trying to get a better look; she backed away. "That is so cool!
And scary. It's like all of a sudden you sprouted about twenty more teeth."
"Let's change the subject."
"Okay, but don't say I never gave you anything." But he sounded relieved, and
she knew at once he had been secretly hoping she wouldn't take him up on it.
He wasn't afraid of her, exactly, but he was cautious. She thought it was a very
healthy reaction.
"Let's get out of here," she said, still muttering around her fingers, "before I
change my mind. Don't forget your dictionary."

"YOU know, if you'd told me last week that I'd be in a bar trying to help a
vampire suck some poor guy's blood, I'd have said you were on drugs."
"The night is young," she said, staring into her wine.
"So, uh, how do you usually do this?"
"I usually skulk in a dark alley until someone tries to rob or rape me. Then I
assault them. Then I sulk. ThenЧ"
"I think I get it," he said.
"But with you hovering over me like an overprotective linebacker, I'm not sure
at all how this is going to work. Can't you justЕ wait for me in the car, or
something?"
"And leave you alone? In here?" He looked around, clearly appalled. It really
was a dive, with dirty floors and the pervasive odors of beer, sweat, and urine.
But she could also smell blood under the rest of it, which told her this was the
right place to go trolling. Violence was no stranger here.
"It's perfect."
"No way, Andy."
"Andrea," she growled, and drained the rest of her wine. "Well, then, I don't
know how weЧoof!"
"Shorry, little lady," the hulk behind her slurred. She craned her neck, and