[[In the middle of the night, Dorkula creeps out to the church, tiptoeing down the stairs to the catacombs, watching carefully for any sign of movement. He's followed Rue's scent here, and while he can't for the life of him understand why someone so perfect lives in a tomb, it doesn't so much matter to him where she lives anymore. What matters
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Relax, relax... It's only me.
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Autor? What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep.
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And what makes you think I'm going to give it to you?!
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[[He actually sounds as though he might mean it.]]
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Please. I'm addicted to your blood. It's like nothing else in the world...
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I can't... I can't drink from anyone else. I'm going to starve if I can't have you.
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Just a little drink, I promise... I won't hurt you...
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