I fed on his blood, fed on the meat of his body, fed on his sex, fed on all of him. Brown, you don't need to prove to me that your son was a good kid. At first you are just the hunger, but after a few full moons, you can think, but you don't think like a person. He's too damn pitiful to have done it.
I could feel it. I have to be a bastard to you, so that I don't fall down at your feet and beg you to take me back. No, and he breathed against my lips, but soon. If I touched him first, I couldn't be that angry.
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