* i can’t die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it’s a kill list in a teenager’s handwriting.

* i’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they’ll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don’t look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he’s an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn’t ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn’t find the corroboration you’re seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i’d do, but you’ve cut my hands off.

* don’t do that, it’s private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn’t hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i’ve read some passages out loud, i’m afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one’s ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i’m never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it’s always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there’s a maniac on the loose.

* don’t be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that’s my daughter’s room!

* oh, i’m getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood… and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you’re not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won’t, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i’ve been entertaining myself.

* i’ll kill her soon.

* don’t run off…

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i’d have a handsome husband by now, or he’d be plain with a good disposition. that’d be fine too. i’d be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i’d go to church… you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? “it all happened so fast”, “i was trying to save you”… “all vampires are born out of trauma.”

* poor dear. she wasn’t held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won’t matter what your intentions are… it’s the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won’t have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note… unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles…

* we should dismantle her room.

* she’ll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl… i’m talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you’re not allowed in there.

* i don’t talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you’re coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what’s your next move, you think?

* you’re not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert’s style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking…

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i’ve ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you’re listening. i sit there thinking “light yourself on fire, see if he’ll notice.”

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it’s your fault she’s gone. if you hadn’t pushed her…

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn’t have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain’t like that, he’s more like a dad.

* oh, now there’s three of us.

* got me wondering what it’d be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don’t kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out… did she tear them out? didn’t seem like something she would do…

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you’re shovelling my way.

* don’t ask again.

* it could be her, but i’m the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered…

* hello? oh, sorry… no, it’s good to hear your voice.

* we’re headed north… crash cleaned us out. and don’t offer, ‘cause i’m not asking.

* you look good.

* don’t need that either, (name). or… whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so… this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i’ve come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn’t right in my head… i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you’re going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i’ve read is lies, then tell me what’s true.

* seven years and what’s changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious… oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that’s it, keep 'em scared. that’s his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don’t stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you’re just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let’s be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper… i never once harmed you.

* let him go… he didn’t do nothing. it’s me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it… i’m never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips… your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

SENTENCES :

‘ i told you to stay in bed! ’

‘ i’ll make you some soup. ’

‘ shh. ’

‘ try to rest. ’

‘ you’re not going anywhere today. ’

‘ don’t worry, i’ll get it. ’

‘ i’m here. ’

‘ i’m not going into work today. i’m staying home with you. ’

‘ you look miserable. ’

‘ you don’t look as bad as you did yesterday. ’

‘ a spell won’t help at this point. ’

‘ i think your fever’s breaking. ’

‘ just relax. ’

‘ did you sleep at all last night? ’

‘ i know it tastes bad, but it’ll help you. ’

‘ lay back down. ’

‘ don’t try to get up. ’

‘ please try to eat. ’

‘ you’re being dramatic. ’

‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’

‘ that cough does not sound good. ’

‘ how long has it been hurting? ’

‘ that’s not a good sign. ’

‘ we can’t move in this state. ’

‘ we’ll have to lay low while you heal up. ’

‘ i’m making you some medicine. ’

‘ this won’t feel good, but it’ll help the infection. ’

‘ i have a spell for that. ’

‘ you’ll make it through; you have to. ’

‘ i got us a place to stay for the night. you have to get out of this rain. ’

‘ get closer to the fire. ’

‘ this will help you warm up. ’

‘ come closer to me. ’

‘ what will make you feel better? ’

‘ it’ll take time to get back to normal. ’

‘ i’m here because i care about you. ’

ACTIONS : 

send ‘ BRUSH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to brush through [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s hair. 

send ‘ SOUP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to feed [ YOUR / MY ] muse soup. 

send ‘ BLANKET ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to share a blanket with [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ FEVER ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to press a wet rag to the forehead of [ YOUR / MY ] muse during a high fever. 

send ‘ KISS ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to kiss [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s forehead. 

send ‘ BEDSIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sit at [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s bedside while they rest.

send ‘ STITCH ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to stitch up an injury on [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ PROP UP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to prop up [ YOUR / MY ] muse on a set of pillows. 

send ‘ TUCK IN ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to tuck [ YOUR / MY ] muse into bed. 

send ‘ GUIDE ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to guide [ YOUR / MY ] muse back to bed.

send ‘ TEMP ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to check [ YOUR / MY ] muse’s temperature. 

send ‘ HUM ’ for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to sing/hum a lullaby to [ YOUR / MY ] muse. 

send ‘ REMEDY’  for [ MY / YOUR ] muse to make [ YOUR / MY ] muse a healing potion. 

             can you hear me screaming