It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. “Please forgive me. It was only when they had sped back into the country that Sebastian asked, “Why kill the parents of the girl? What did they ever do to you?” “The girl had effectively gone public with my little vampire secret, Sebastian. I. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. It’s true. That might happen on her birthday—in August. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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