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"I'm hyperventilating, she thought. Her heart was racing, her lips and tongue felt parchment-dry. And still she had the feeling of being air-starved.
What's
happening to me?
Then the pain started.
Agonizing seizures in her muscles--like the cramps she used to get when she went out for track in junior high. Vaguely, through the pain, she remembered something the P.E. teacher had said.
"The cramps come when your muscles don't get enough blood. A charley horse is a clump of muscles starving to death." Oh, it
hurt. It
hurt. She couldn't even call to James for help, now; all she could do was hang on to the car door and try to breathe. She was whooping and wheezing, but it wasn't any good.
Cramps everywhere--and now she was so dizzy that she saw the world through sparkling lights.
She was dying. Something had gone terribly wrong. She felt as if she were underwater, trying desperatly to claw her way to oxygen--only there was no good.
And then she saw the way.
Or smelled it, actully. The car stopped at a red light. Poppy's head and shoulders were out the window by now--and suddenly she caught a whiff of life.
Life. What she needed. She didn't think, she simply acted. With one motion she threw the car door open and plunged out.
She heard Phil's shout behind her and James's shout in hear head. She ingored both of them. Nothing mattered except stopping the pain."
Secret Vampire - Nightworld Series No. 1I may be a vampire, but do not judge me. I do not hesitate to kill. I do not hesitate to speak my feelings.
Vampires are beautiful creatures. Drinking Blood is an art, and is very wonderful and beautiful.
"What she wanted to say was, it isn't disgusting. It's part of Nature. It's a way of giving life, pure life. It's secret and beautiful. It's
all right." -
Secret Vampire - Nightworld Series No. 1 "She grabbed for the man on the sidewalk the way a drowning swimmer grabs for a rescuer. Instinctivly. He was tall and strong for a human. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and a bomber jacket. His face was stubbly and his skin wasn't exactly clean, but that wasn't important. She wasn't interested in the container, only the lovely sticky red stuff inside.
This time her strike was perfectly accurate. Her wonderful teeth extended like claws and stabbed into the man's throat. Puncturing him like one of those old-fashioned bottle openers. He struggled and then went limp.
And then she was drinking, her throat drenched in copper-sweetness. Sheer animal hunger took over as she tapped his veins. The liquid filling her mouth was wild and raw and primal and every swallow gave her new life.
She drank and drank, and felt the pain disappear. In its place was a euphoric lightness. When she paused to breathe, she could feel her lungs swell with cool, blessed air." -
Secret Vampire - Nightworld Series No. 1
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And here we are. An Angel and a Vampire...
Love is powerful, is it not?
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