It was Tony’s lucky day. Or as lucky as you could get here, anyway. The name did mean fuck all to her. But it wasn’t what she was thinking about at the moment. “Wow,” she said. “What, exactly does it take to make a superlative with you? I’m just not the worst and not the strangest.” It shouldn’t have bothered her. But Sam was somewhat used to always being the smartest person in the room.
Well. Better to be annoyed by that than all of the things spinning out of her control in this shit show.
She sighed. “Let’s get one thing out of the way. Yes, I drink blood. No, I don’t want yours. Yes, it’s hard to survive on the all-squirrel diet. No, I don’t sparkle.”
A pause.
“And since I can see you looking...”
Sam let the Beast come out.
Kindred weren’t like vampires in the movies. No dark veins. No black eyes. No lumps or bumps or bulges. Aside from the appearance of her fangs, nothing changed about Sam. Not physically. Where the difference really lived was intangible. A feeling. Like an invisible neon sign screaming the word PREDATOR was hanging over her. An air. An aura, if you believed in that shit.
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Well. Better to be annoyed by that than all of the things spinning out of her control in this shit show.
She sighed. “Let’s get one thing out of the way. Yes, I drink blood. No, I don’t want yours. Yes, it’s hard to survive on the all-squirrel diet. No, I don’t sparkle.”
A pause.
“And since I can see you looking...”
Sam let the Beast come out.
Kindred weren’t like vampires in the movies. No dark veins. No black eyes. No lumps or bumps or bulges. Aside from the appearance of her fangs, nothing changed about Sam. Not physically. Where the difference really lived was intangible. A feeling. Like an invisible neon sign screaming the word PREDATOR was hanging over her. An air. An aura, if you believed in that shit.