He saw it too, lifting his own middle finger to his mouth and piercing the pad of it on a sharp fang. The conversation continued around us as we glared at each other. That crazy fucker let the blood well just enough to start dripping down his finger. He brought it to his mouth, painting his lips red, flipping me off the entire time. Puckering his bloodied lips, he kissed his finger, then blew the kiss at me and snapped his teeth a few times for good measure. I didn’t appreciate his antics… At least, that’s what I tried to tell myself, despite the fact that every damn time he acted up, it
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