Bleed me, I know how long you've wanted to do that now. He glanced down at the body. So many people think that being a vampire automatically gets you the big house on the hill, or a coffin in a du Yes, if you don't mind.
He tried to rub his arms, but the bloody scrapes hurt. He looked surprised, either at the thought of it, or that I'd seen him. He whispered it over and over, softer and softer, until his breath itself whispered, Fuck me. Even I could recognize a stapler, so I started opening drawers, too.
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