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We were cuddled up on the bed of our latest victim. The satin sheets spread out underneath us and the satin pillows in which we now laid our heads were warm and soft, inviting us to sleep. I had to get out of there. I knew it. I couldn't just lay there, like Karina could, on the bed of the one I had just killed while her body lay on the floor in a bloody heap.

I looked over the edge of the bed and examined what I had just done. Her long black hair looked devilish, and her white bedroom gown barely hung on her. It hurt to know that the rips in her gown were caused by me. I looked at her husband. Karina had been so careful with him. She waited until the hunger had taken over me and I gleefully ripped open the woman's neck. Her husband screamed in fear, and Karina was so careful to let him see it all. Then from behind she went into his throat, only after the full realization of what was happening had registered in his mind.

"Then why do we?" I asked, rolling over and letting my eyes fix on the top of the bed posts, following the twisted mahogany up to it's carefully crafted knobs. "Why do we kill if we don't have to? Why do we make mortals suffer?"

I could tell she was laughing inside. She rolled over and kissed me. She draped one of her legs over me and I immediately felt the warmth. She rested her cheek on my chin. Her eyes sparkled; her face, warm and colored from the man's blood, beamed down at me. "Sebastian, isn't it better to kill them? Isn't this better than letting them live with the horror? The knowledge that we really do walk this earth. The knowledge that there are vampires out there, killing people. Why should the two of us be the humane ones?

There are so many of our kind killing! Why leave a few with the knowledge that there are some vampires, even if only two, that don't kill, but rather drink their blood and then leave them there to ponder the thought that we are out here, somewhere, and for some strange reason we chose them to know that. Isn't that more of a horror than to kill them?"

Why did I ever ask her questions...I always got a question in reply. She looked at me and knew I wasn't happy with her answer. "For you my love, I'll tell you, you need not kill. Drink until the heart just begins to slow. You will have to feed from more than one. But if you'd rather not kill, rather your victims live with the knowledge and horror that you, we, are out here, then that is your choice."

I didn't dare say a word to her. She was so beautiful at that moment. Her blonde hair hung over her shoulders. She lowered her face and kissed me again. I was so thankful that she couldn't read my thoughts. I, of course, could not read her thoughts either, but I could understand more by just looking at her than she could of me. I kissed her and pulled her warm body down on mine. I knew that I would not stay with her, that I would leave and find another companion; one who did not take such pleasure in killing. I hugged her tight and let my tongue run over her lips before I rolled her over, and made love to her for the last time.

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