She licked her lips, and then her small fangs. She bit into his neck gently, she didn;t inject though. She couldn't. Her tongue moved over the wound, passionately.
he pulled her twords her, but then suddenly sighed and turned away. "Is this all we do anymore- kiss and make love. There is nothing for us but that." He whispered.
"Everything is a bore." He said quietly. "Nothing has happened, nothing good. Maybe they have stopped attacking against us outright, but even the subtle ones are gone. I don't even like fighting! look at me!" He laughed a bit and shook his head.
Sorrow curled into him, "i do." she whispered.. "the blood at my hands, the agonizing screams of those i slaughter." She licked her lips. She sounded liek a maniac.