We Laughed Until We Had To Cry,

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

The Code Of The Vampires Decreed That Anyone Who Violated The Sacred Law Was Condemned To Death, The Blood Burning. Charles Had Refused To Subject Allegra To The Sentence. But Mimi Was A Different Matter. Mimi Walked Out Of The Church, Knowing That If She Ever Saw Jack Again, She Would Have To Kill Him.

Oliver Liked To Play The Part Of Disaffected Youth, But He Liked Shopping In Soho Even More.

When Their Lips Met, And Their Tongues Touched, It Was Like They Were Kissing In A Hundred Different Places, And Her Senses Were Flooded With New Sensations And Old Memoires. He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

That Morning, She Had Found An Envelope Stuffed Into Her Locker. It Was From The Mercer Hotel, And Held A Plastic Door Key For Their Suite. "see You There Tonight," Oliver Had Written. "chomp! Chomp!