He touches me and I feel weak - I can't remember if I've ever felt this way before. It's as elusive as my name, a feeling just out of my reach. Whenever he's near, I evade his hands; both of them, because even the plastic one evokes sensations that tear my resistance to shreds. Lindsey doesn't know, of course. He doesn't know because I'd never tell ( Read more... )

1793Never has there been a duo quite like us. My darling boy has proven competent and more, relishing the kill with a beauty that I have never seen in a vampire so young as he. We'll paint the town red, my Angelus and I - red in shades of pain, lust, death and hatred ( Read more... )