^ ^ (if Hugo and Gabriella are created by me.)
- why did you have to be that night, Nadya? Why you? "moaned kissing my neck with a purr. My eyes sparkled at the row of pictures of my memories brought forth: blood, tears and life, but life is far from beautiful. What lives in blood must be born with blood, I thought to myself when Hugo's body tensed next to me like an animal ready to savor the triumph of his game. And this time, the dam had been offered on a platter.
- Quiet. His voice was heard far away, like a whistle. But I knew it was her, could feel like Hugo had felt miles away. The smell was my most precious right and even more if my whole being cried out to find the smell of a vampire, the bitter aroma and ravishing than you ever dreamed aspire. Hugo was lavender, warm lavender with a friend who never separated from you for many mistakes made. And she was the rose, power and beauty made flesh.
Hugo pushed me to the ground while moving away from me, with its hunting instinct taking its toll on his face now contorted with the shiny teeth that were born of his jaw. I turned my head and met his eyes, proud and solemn contempt emanating from every drop of that could prove his olive eyes. He crossed the meters that separated the body of my friend curled up and grabbed his jersey in a pack of moaning and sobbing, shows the superior status of the vamp. Strong grunted somehow squinting at me in sign guilty, later throwing the other point of the attic as if it were poisonous.
- to the Count will not like this show-predicted annoying with that accent exotic and tropical, but much more elegant and refined, as might be expected from a millennial existence .- Have you tried to desecrate their food
- Gabriella, "I muttered, trying to get your attention without really knowing how to defend myself from his wrath. He had not even managed to appease Hugo, how would one be calm weaned me from the first time we met?
- would you have called you? - Asked without even looking at me, all your senses positions in the figure writhing on a corner of the attic. If I had received such a blow would have been reduced to dust. But that does not scare me, vampires were no longer profess that fear since my neck had been torn by their teeth. Now I knew, I could understand, every fear, every feeling of not being able to control your own instincts and adapt to a world that changes faster than you are willing to assimilate. Gabriella, Hugo, all felt that. I could feel at the time that Leonardo drank from me first.
- that bitch was thrown out the window denoting Hugo roared the pain that the blow had caused .- Leonardo wants to see, want to drink again
Gabriella's body began to tremble convulsively, as long and sharp nails seemed to grow in response to your instincts.
- take it. He murmured, his face hidden in the row of curls that made her hair a glossy jet black. I moaned to notice the sharp claws of Hugo grab without great care, remembering the call of my blood to every tremor in your body. For a hunter like him to hold off his instincts was a difficult task, and even more if only for two years had been transformed.
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