[ He exhales a slow breath, then recrosses his legs. ]
No, chรฉrie. We are predators, from our brains to our marrow. It's who we are, what we are made for.
[ He looks around, at the empty bar. It would be so easy, for example, to take her blood right here and not a single person would reach out to help her. He could take her past the point of the end, suffer the consequences and do it again the next day, or the day after that.
But he won't. He doesn't want to. Why is that? ]
Yet, in a place like this, where we are truly living amongst your kind rather than simply pretending that it's possible, it feels much easier to believe that we are tame.
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No, chรฉrie. We are predators, from our brains to our marrow. It's who we are, what we are made for.
[ He looks around, at the empty bar. It would be so easy, for example, to take her blood right here and not a single person would reach out to help her. He could take her past the point of the end, suffer the consequences and do it again the next day, or the day after that.
But he won't. He doesn't want to. Why is that? ]
Yet, in a place like this, where we are truly living amongst your kind rather than simply pretending that it's possible, it feels much easier to believe that we are tame.