I always carried spare crosses, just like spare ammo; when you hunt vampires, running out of either one is really bad. The blood was cool to the touch, and then my knee smeared in something that wasn't blood. Other than that they’re identical to a human being. Damian was a weight against the back of my body.
(There was no way for me to identify what floor we were on: we’dbeen so tightly crowded that I was facing the back of the elevator. He smiled, and it was gentle, and a little sad. Wait here. Thinkingthis, in preparation: Here I am returning to New York, to the very core of The Apple, after summer solstice in L.
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