He sounded tired. Since he was looking at me, I knew it wasn't wondrous, because it was me. It was the way lecherous men stand when they try to teach you how to golf or swing a bat. All I saw now was eagerness, at worst, uncertainty, as if they just weren't sure.
The lawyer, of course, didn't believe me. They had their guns in one hand, and the crosses in the other, almost like you'd hold flashlights, so that they were able to maintain a two-handed grip and still show the crosses. I've used vampire blood by accident, but it went a little . He said in such a quiet voice, no change of inflection, as if he felt nothing when he said it, and maybe he didn't, not up where he was aware of it anyway.
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