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. . . . . entries for 26.2.04 . . . . .
“I haven’t,” Diabine said, with a smile. The smile was a blow, truly, more than any word could ever be; a smile with Diabine’s dazzling teeth, always unusually white, canines now subtly pointed. They would emerge more, show their true deadly selves, when he was about to feed.
“Although,” he added after a moment, shaking me from my distressing thoughts, “I’d love to know how it tastes.”
But alas, I spoke to soon. That thought hurt me more: that thought that my dear, sweet fox would someday clamp his jaws on a warm throat, would lose the hate that now made him strong and pure. Diabine would realize what I hade done, and in this way he would be like me. He would be dead. He would be without hope. A vampire.
Already he had no hope, but at least now he had hatred to justify his anger. At least now he could
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come home?
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