“You want to write down everything about those first days.
Believe me. I thought I’d never forget, because those
first days with the Blood are…
unlike anything else. But they’re a blur, now.
What I really remember is the last few days
of that first month — the way my blood felt stale.
Brittle. Even when the blood’s new
and sweet and wonderful, I can remember
that feeling in my gut. The fear that I’d lose it.
The blood.”


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