I flash a smile and head into the kitchen, putting a pot of boiling water on the stove. I pour the pasta in afterwards and bring it out to her when done.
```` Danielle
"As long as it won't hurt you," I say.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I take off her jacket and move closer, my lips moving to her neck. My fangs trace down it and my skin starts to burn. I pull back before I turn to ashes and look at her, "See? I can't hurt you. No one can."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
