Through the stink of mud, petroleum and smoke rolled the smell of blood, heavy and sweet; enticing to the vampire and therefore incongruous amid this horror. Karl looked at David in such a strange, abstracted way that he seemed to be staring straight through him, his thoughts elsewhere. God, its eyes! They had shrivelled like raisins in the sockets. She could not escape.
This tree of bitterness, rooted in that one sorrow; he made me immortal, but he took my child, my real -crossing the darkness, throwing shadows of barrels, boxes and pillars into grotesque motion. You've won, he said flatly. Karl had been out all day, and now they were all together there was no chance for them to speak privately.
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