Now one day Sarah came at me with a silver crucifix, but I melted it with mind-power. She did not give up, however — even after I began draining the blood from her veins, she started stabbing me with a stake. “Girl, you’re breaking my heart,” I quipped, feigning mirth, while she continued thrusting. I clutched a handful of her hair and managed to tilt back her head, thus exposing her neck resplendently — the warm blood was trickling out in parallel rivulets where my fangs had penetrated — but she shook free, leaped up and struck back with a flying kick to drive the stake through, using the full force of her figure.
Despite the agony, it was an honor to have been executed by such a well-mannered maiden.
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