‘By the way, what’s your name?’‘Brianna! Brianna Murphy and yours?’‘Lang, Harry Lang. Are you Irish?’‘Yes but I was brought up in Lond...n.’‘I thought so. Tell me Brianna, how am I supposed to go about this vampirebusiness?’‘What do you mean exactly?’‘Well my first feed, as it were. All I’ve done so far was suck another vampire’s13blood but apparently it isn’t enough. I’ll need to feed soon, and I really don’t see myself attacking people on a train the way your lot seem to do.’‘Our lot?’‘Yes,. The elf seemed to be toppling forward into a fall, but at the last second, changed course and lunged up at Harlen's throat, another blade gleaming in his fist. This one shorter than the sword, belatedly, Harlen realized it was his own knife.The blade gouged deeply into Harlen's arm, and then across his chest in a shallow cut. Harlen dove back across the bed and landed nearly off the foot of the large four-poster. His upper half hung over the side precariously, but he saw above him the elf's. You've admitted to being a little wild in your misspent youth. Didn't you ever run into a really big one?"Yes, but I don't know if I want to tell you about it, my adorable but slightly naÔve and sheltered husband, she thought. She also considered "run into" a curious choice of words. "Nothing that large." What's the biggest you've...ah, seen?"She laughed. "Did you start to say...?" Her eyes glinted mischievously as she mouthed the word "fucked" to finish her question.He blushed when he. The DJ started playing music again and we all sat out the first song. After the second song started most got up to dance. Gwen and I remained at the table. “I am sorry I said something to Linda,” I apologized. “Nothing to worry about. I know how Linda is,” Gwen responded. “Can we dance together for the rest of the night?”“Sure you didn't need to ask,” I responded.“Good I have a surprise for you now and a surprise for you later. I don't want anyone interrupting our dancing,” Gwen said.I was.