What were you chanting when you gave me your blood?” “More of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood. ” She sniffled, her nose stuffy. “It was better than Vicodin. ” “Vicodin?” “A painkiller from my world. ” “A killer of pain. Did you love him?” The words were growled. A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. “No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn’t exist. ” Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her.
Jennifer L. Knox
Near the end of his life, my father proved to be, at his core, a very polite, chivalrous man. He walked the halls of the facility where he lived, introducing himself and shaking people's hands as he had done at Rotary meetings. He complimented the nurses, ‘You have a lovely figure. ’ He could also eat an entire 2 lb. box of See's Candies in an afternoon, which requires considerable effort with stage five Parkinson's disease.
