eric-bradburry

I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived through a nightmare these past months, and that was no dream at all._______I was still fighting against the awful truth, not wanting to give in, searching my mind for a logical explanation__ut there was none. And the most horrible realization of all was that I had known, somewhere deep inside, ever since the day I first set eyes on Vladec Salei._______Plague carrier._______Living death._______Drainer of life._______The phrasing did not matter. No euphemism could strike fear into the hearts of men the way that single word

Maybe I had been making a greater monster of him than he really was, or maybe I was still under his influence, for I was certain that he wanted me to believe he was no more than a harmless man who happened to use vampirism to get what he desired. Some remnant of his mesmerism was still upon me. I had never been able to shake the feeling that he was tucked away in a corner of my mind, that he could read my thoughts, know what I was thinking. He had done something to me, but what that was, I had never been able to discover. All I knew was that the feeling had been with me since the morning I woke up and found myself in Venice.

A decision made during a moment of weakness can ruin your life._______ To date, I had made three.

I__ not asking for your forgiveness. I have done no wrong according to my kind. I never meant to turn you. I just wanted to have a little fun with you before they took you away.

She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn__ recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I__ ever seen her.

Because, my dear Eric, I have tasted the secret knowledge. I know how much to say and when to pull back. I know what to see and not see. And now that I have become whole again, I can never go back. All these things he has given me. Better than my supposed mother and father ever could. For that, I owe him my life and allegiance.

Stefan needed me. Ha! Stefan needed me, as what? His next meal?

He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.

Thirteen years of friendship had bonded us together more thoroughly than if we had been born of the same mother. Even at this late stage, I was unwilling to let him go.

Affronts to her reputation pierced her to the heart, though I couldn__ understand why, since she had very little character left to defend.

Tell me, Eric,_ he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. __ave you ever tasted blood?_________y mouth was so dry I could barely find the voice to answer him. __hat an odd question...__________ut a valid one. Well, have you?____________e cut my lip before, so yes, I suppose I have tasted blood, but...__________ot your own, you foolish boy._ He let out a short, derisive laugh and leaned in so that he was only a few inches from my face. __ mean the blood of another.__________ood God, Stefan, of course not!__________ity...