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fed you start thinking about when you can feed again."
"Jeez," he said, respectfully, if not very originally.
"It's like the worst thirst you've ever had, times a million, every minute
you're awake. I might have made some vampires myself; I just don't know. IЧI
hope not."
In fact, this mindless frenzy, this constant hunger, and the complete inability
to remember anything beyond the hunger, was a source of deep shame for her. She,
always the top of her class, a precocious child. She'd memorized the periodic
table in half an hour. But all of last year was a blank. Likewise the year
before. And the year before. And theЧ
"Well, you seem a lot better now. You seem just like you were in school. You
know, standoffish, smart, bitchЧuh, temperamental."
"Thanks," she said dryly. "The reason I seem 'better' is because I'm a little
older. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a positive infant by vampire standards, but
I'm not a newborn anymore, either."
"So you're not thirsty all the time?"
"Oh, sure I am." She glanced at his neck and grinned. "I can just control it a
little better. Lucky for you."
"You didn't look like you were controlling yourself too good when you started
chewing on me," he grumbled.
"I didn't know you then," she explained. "I thought you were just some guy."
"Oh, that makes me feel much better."
"It should," she said truthfully.



Chapter 5

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"I still say I should just get in the trunk. We could be in the Cities in
another four hours."
"Look, I'm not driving around with a vampire in my fucking car trunk, okay? I
can afford the hundred bucks for a hotel room."
"Waste of money," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting
while he fiddled with the key card.
"Says you. I'm driving, I get to say when we stop."
"What exactly do I get to say?"
"Tell me more about being a vampire."
"Bo-ring."
"That's because you don't have anyЕ uhЕ what's the word?"
"Perspective."
"Right. You don't have that. But I have tons of it."
He opened the door and gestured for her to move ahead of him. She stopped short
and stared at the single king-sized bed.
"Oh," he said.
"Right," she said.
"I asked for a double."
"It's no big deal. I'll sleep under the bed."
"Oh, good, because that's not incredibly creepy or anything. Look, you can trust
me. I won't lay a finger on you while you'reЕ erЕ slumbering or whatever."