“You can't believe it?” asked Raffles. “You're a vampire, darling. Of course you killed her. That's what you do. That feeling you get in your head and your stomach when you look at a human? Don't ever confuse it for love or even l**t. It's hunger, darling, plain and simple.”
I nodded and laughed again, but I can still see those freckles and those blonde ringlets, and I can still feel my tongue upon her breasts. She comes to me still, sometimes, in my dreams, and I don't know if she visits me in l**t or in hunger, or whether the difference between the two is much of a difference at all.
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Our journey back across town to Spitalfields was more or less uneventful, the other girls acting as my shields, walking in front, behind, and to the side of me, hiding me and the evidence of my crim
