"She is dying," Lestat said, re-claiming his arm from the woman before him, idly licking at his wrist until it healed clean, as though it had not ever seen a wound. "We all did, once, Claudia."
He spared her a smug, tired smile. Sharing his blood was never easy, after all.
"It will hurt. And then it will hurt her no longer."
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Date: 2009-02-09 03:34 am (UTC)He spared her a smug, tired smile. Sharing his blood was never easy, after all.
"It will hurt. And then it will hurt her no longer."