No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He.

Staring Into The Mirror, I Was Surprised To See A Haunted Look In My Brown Eyes. There Was Pain There, Pain And Loss That Even The Nicest Dress And Makeup Couldn't Hide.

Hey, Have You Ever Heard Of The Alchemists? " "sure, " He Said. "of Course You Have. " "why? Did You Run Into Them? " "kind Of. " "what'd You Do? " "why Do You Think I Did Anything? " He Laughed. "alchemists Only Show Up When Trouble Happens, And You Bring Trouble Wherever You Go. Be Careful, Though. They're Religious Nuts." "that's Kind Of Extreme," I Said. "just Don't Let Them Convert You." He Winked. "i Like You Being The Sinner You Are.

What...what Are You Doing?" "i Won't Know," He Said With A Grin. He Took A Step Towards Me. "but I'm Pretty Sure You Were Doing It Too.

It Doesn't Matter. Take Eddie's Blood. Take Belikov's Blood. Take Your Own For All I Care. But If She Doesn't Want To Give Hers, Then That's All There Is To It. She Said No. This Conversation Is Done.

I Want You To Go Back To Tucson And Bring Me The Bottle Of Tequila I Keep In My Liquor Cabinet. And Don't Scare Tim." Volusian Remained Motionless In That Way Of His. "my Mistress Grows Increasingly Creative In Her Ways To Torment Me." "i Thought You'd Appreciate It." "only In So Much As It Inspires Me To Equally Creative Means To Rip You Apart When I Am Able To Break Free Of These Bonds And Finally Destroy You." "you See? There's A Silver Lining To Everything. Now Hurry Up.