He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. I only know that it is right to do what I do. I made the pies. ‘I am not a murderer. To be sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if all the world knew it. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive.
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