It surprisingly felt good and close my eyes when he does, and open them when he pulls back. The wounds automatically heal and I sink my fangs into his neck afterwards.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
