" "You know what? You’re such a fucking crybaby! you know that." Nicole told me hotly.And then she bit savagely into his neck.I could no longer figh... the urge to feed and I joined in the feast.I got up, went over, tore his sleeve, and drank the blood from his arm.An hour later we buried the body and went to bed.A year later we were hunted down and killed.Both of us fought and killed as many as we could.Nicole was the first to die.They tied her up upon a cross, beaten, stabbing, and cutting her. "No, no, don't do that," I protested but she was stronger than me andbrushed my hands aside to take the shoe and socks off.I can still recall her smile when she saw my feet."What have we here, pretty boy?" she had mocked.My toenails had been immaculately painted in maroon nail polish. As theyglistened and shone in the bright lights of the gym, I turned crimson andstammered.... "No, these, err, they were a practical joke...by somefriends."My excuses were sounding lame even to me. Suddenly, Tanya. I couldn't really tell. He had it parted with long bangs. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, but I was just being coy. I knew exactly what he meant. "Well you could come over here and convince me that you're worth it." I stood up and walked over to him. He was sitting in a swivel chair behind his desk. I was wearing a tight pink dress that showed a lot of cleavage, the hem line ended 4 inches above my knee. I sat down on his desk and slipped off my heals, putting my feet in his lap and. We were in Soho . A few streets away from the Tube station there was a narrow alleyway – a relic of the city’s long history before the advent of motorized transport. It was called Lovecraft Street . It was one of those inner city streets; tucked away from the bustle of the business district that had long been converted from a dangerous backwater into the haunt of London ’s avant garde. We passed tiny boutiques, multi-ethnic bistros and a small gallery as Tamsin led me to the far end of the.