Oh, my dear hungry things, beloved devourers, feral and red-lipped bearers of the sins of men, spit in the face of divinity
. They are what you fear – the death, the eternity, the lack of a certain answer, a wine cup filled with sweet poison.
I am also of a rather firm opinion that, when it comes to vampires, gender matters very little. They are corpses, for Hell’s sake, if you care about the gender of a corpse, you need to take a look at yourself.
thoughts on vampires
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