
’ When the moon is in the sky, I wonder
what it would feel like to have to sleep. To be
able to dream. ’

’ When the moon is in the sky, I wonder
what it would feel like to have to sleep. To be
able to dream. ’
“ Aye, so long as it isn’t my blood that you feast upon, I have no issues. “

’ I only feast upon animal blood.
A common thing in my fam– coven.
Your blood is safe. ’
“Join the club sister
who doesn’t have a sob story around here?”

’ So, is this the part where we discuss
our hardships underneath fuzzy blankets
while a romantic comedy echoes in the
background. Because we both know
that slumber parties only end in
drama. ’
“ Sanguinare Vampiris afflicts the people of my home. They contract vampirism if left unchecked, and orange eyes are the sign of a full conversion. “

’ Well, your Sanguinare Vampiris
sounds like a lovely disease, that I have
never heard of. Though I am familiar
with the latter. ’
“My under developed canine brain just assumed the worst.
How foolish of me.”

’ I’m not a bad person—-
Just a little bitter. ’
— — “Clever, Miss. You’re not the first
to use that insult, you know.
Maybe you should get some new material.”

’ I found it rather comical, actually.
No need to get all defensive. ’
“ There is no problem. Except——hm. The eyes. Those are the eyes of the undead. “

’ And how do you know that? ’
“Come on Barbie, is that seriously the best you have? — Mutt? My daughter can come up with a better insult and she’s three.”

’ Come now—- You didn’t think
that I was trying to insult you.
Did you? ’

’ My apologies—- I must not
have been paying attention to
where I was going. ’
“I was wondering where sickly sweet and blood smell was coming from and look whose here—”

’ You say it like that’s supposed
to affect me, mutt. ’