Not many modern humans are good enough with a blade to take out a tactical officer armed with an MP5. His flesh was so warm, so warm, and his pulse beat like something alive inside his skin. Even death itself must bow before such wanton destruction. But I did catch him, and I lowered us both to the edge of grass near the trees.
Yeah, and hell is cool in the summertime. You never blame the victim, Jean-Claude. They seemed to consider me almost more dangerous than the vampires. Then I planted my knee carefully in the mud, between her knees.
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