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The others like me ...

They're dangerous.

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I could ask my voices for guidance, to aid you on your quest.

A seer? I'll leave my doubts at the door, but I won't ask either. I prefer not to use my friends, few as they are.

The gift that makes me different than the others. But I am glad to make a new friend.

Edited 2012-03-04 03:26 (UTC)

A rarity for both of us, I'm sure. At least one who knows your secret.

I don't much about you, but if you ever need anyone to talk to. I am here.

And you as well. I'll listen to whatever you need say, even if it is about wanting to devour people.

[That makes her give a surprised sob] Most of my friends don't want to talk about my vampire habits.

[He put his hand on her should fearlessly. It's nice to be able to have the reach to do it.]

It's part of you and part I'm sure you have problems with. I fear it not, nor find it disgusting.

[He will be hugged now. Because that is what April does]

Thank you. [Because mostly... her search for others vampires was really an extension of finding someone else to talk to... about the hunger]

[That was a surprise. He went stiff, not out of rejection, but he wasn't used to it. He hugged her back after a moment.]

How old are you, little one?

I'm 21. Was just married about a year ago.

I suppose that makes my thoughts a bit inappropriate still. [He let her go and playfully pinched her cheek.] But take them as a compliment.

Do I dare ask about these thoughts?

Only if you wish to have reason to blush.

[She blushes anyway] Well then... let's not ask.

[He ran a thumb over her cheek.]

Seems some things can't be helped.

[She gently takes his hand in hers]

I am still your friend.

[He holds her hand tightly and smiled.]

Can I ask you something rather...intrusive?

Sure. Go ahead.

Can you feel the heartbeat in my hand? Does it tempt you, make you hungry?

Of course I can feel it. Hear it too.

But it is not the vein in the arm that is the worse... it is the one in the neck.

And when we hugged, my neck was pressed right to you ear. How do you restrain?

I restrain because I do not take what is not mine. I restrain because I feed today. I restrain... because I don't know what else to do.

What did you feed on today?

[He's completely captivated by her answers, the hint of fear only lighting his curiosity more.]

Cows blood. I live on a farm. My husband helps me get it.