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and I knew
that love could be stronger than blood or immortality. But that probably wasn t the case with
Bobby. He was
just a nice guy that Milo would be into for awhile, but not forever. I suddenly felt sorry for
Bobby, because
undoubtedly, Milo would break his heart. Not the other way around.
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And you don t have to worry about us, Bobby was saying, drawing me from my thoughts.
He had
tired of trying to straighten out his hair and flipped up the hood of his sweater. I hadn t
really been listening to
what he was saying, so I just stared at him, hoping he would elaborate. I mean, Milo more
so, I guess. He s
not like that guys Jane was with, and I m not like her, either. That s not our thing.
No, I get that, I nodded. Maybe at first the idea had crossed my mind, but it very quickly
became
clear to me that there was nothing parasitic about their relationship.
I understand the appeal of her lifestyle. It s something that you can fall into pretty easily.
Bobby
twisted the drawstring to his hood around and looked at the ground. I had a feeling that
despite all his
protests, it was a lifestyle that Bobby had come precariously close to getting into, and when
things ended with
Milo, there was an even greater chance that that s how he would end up. Thanks to Milo,
he d been even
more hooked on the feel of being bitten.
So, you know what its like, probably better than anyone in the house. I leaned across the
island,
looking at him more intently. You get where Jane is coming from. If the situation were
reversed, if you were
a bloodwhore, what could somebody say to get you to stop?
That s a good question. Bobby exhaled and stared off, thinking. I don t know really. As
long as it
still feels good, it s a pretty hard thing to convince somebody to stop. I think it has to start
hurting her, and
then you have to keep reminding her how much it hurts.
How does it hurt her? I wrinkled my nose. I know that it s killing her, but she s unaware
of that.
Like, any time she feels like crap, she just gets bit, and then feels better, right?
Not exactly, Bobby shook his head. Immediately after, you feel really good. But shortly
after that is
when you feel the worst. The loss of blood really damages your body, and you start to feel
what it s going
through. And then you also have the residuals of the vampire you re with, and if your friend
is picking up
random John s at the club, they re probably mostly dicks. Meaning she s left with none of
the euphoria but all
of their emotions and how they feel about you, which is usually pretty shitty. It s after that,
after the bad
feelings fade and you get your strength back, that s when you go back to the club. You forget
how bad they
made you feel, how incredibly weak you were, and for some reason, all you can remember is
the pleasure of
the bite.
Huh. I eyed him suspiciously, and he noticed, so he shrugged sheepishly. Not that your
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information hasn t been helpful, but I m starting to think you picked up a lot more vampires
than you let on.
It s different with Milo, Bobby insisted with a wounded look in his eyes. Honest. You
don t have
to believe me, but it s more than that. Than just biting and fooling around. So& Please don t
tell him, okay?
He knows that he s not the first vampire I was with, but he doesn t know how many were
before him. And I
don t want him to know. I don t want him to think that s what this is about, because it s
not.
I won t tell him unless I think it s relevant. So just don t make it relevant, I allowed, staring
at him
evenly. He nodded, realizing that was about the most he could get from me.
This is a pretty awesome place, Bobby said randomly, changing the subject. He had moved
onto
making coffee, and the coffee maker looked brand new. Mae had probably bought it
especially for him, so he
must not be all bad if she approved of him. And Mae is amazing. How is she doing today?
I haven t seen her. I glanced back over my shoulder towards her room, and I tried to listen
for the
sound of her over the coffee pot gurgling, but I couldn t hear anything. Have you?
No, but if Ezra left, I didn t think it would be that bad, Bobby said.
The kitchen smelled completely of coffee, and I felt an odd pang of knowing I couldn t
drink any. I
had never really liked coffee, but I loved the smell of it, and it was weird knowing that I
couldn t drink it. My
stomach gave me a sharp pain, reminding me that I didn t want any of that anyway. Bobby
suddenly seemed
to smell stronger, and I pushed it back. This was just my body s attempts to convince me I
was hungry, but I
shouldn t be yet, and even if I was, I had to learn to get control of my hunger instead of
letting it control me.
You okay? Bobby looked at me with concern.
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