“What are you doing, Kitten?” “Overcoming my former prejudice. You’re a vampire. You drink blood. I’ve drunk yours and now I want you to have mine.” He stared at me for a long moment, and then shook his head. “No. You don’t really want that.” “Your fangs don’t scare me,” I breathed. “And neither do you. I want my blood inside you, Bones. I want to know it’s running through your veins….”
