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3. Starve a Fever
“Moping. How unexpected. What it lacks in originality, it makes up for in intensity.”
“Go away, Josef.”
“What? And miss this week’s episode of ‘The Young and the Stupid’?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Yeah – and right there’s your problem. You know, if you would just–”
“I bit her, dammit.”
“Well, until evolution starts packaging humans with convenient screw tops, that’s how we do it, pal.”
“I drank her blood – Beth’s blood.”
“Gee, Mick, call me crazy, but you get shot, almost incinerated, hike the Victorville trail to hell, hide out in a flea-bag motel – all before being saved by a beautiful blonde who offers herself to you on a linoleum platter. It could've been worse, pal. A lot worse.”
“I swore – I swore I would always protect her. Always.”
“Look... fate is not the vampire’s friend.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“You’d be surprised. … Hey, I get it. You just drank from the Holy Grail – the girl you rescued from Coraline. You saved her from being the ultimate donor twenty-two years ago. Now you just went ahead and did what you stopped Coraline from doing. So – what? – that makes you as bad as the ex? Blondie offered, Mick. Hell, it sounds like she insisted.”
“Beth! Her name is Beth.”
“Look, all I'm saying is – it’s not the same thing.”
“If you could’ve seen her face, Josef… afterwards.”
“You know, the view’s not exactly 20-20 when you’re looking through the lens of regret. You both did what you had to do. You can’t change what happened. You deal with it and you move on.”
“I can’t be near her. I can’t see her again.”
“She knows what you are – she’s known for weeks. The fact that she was willing to open the tap means that she’s accepted it. Why the hell can’t you?”
“It's not safe.”
“Ohhhh. Now I get it. It’s not that you tasted the forbidden fruit – it’s that you liked what you tasted...”
“No.”
“You’re afraid you’re gonna want more.”
“No!”
“Exactly who is the danger to whom? You’re not afraid of hurting her. You’re afraid she’s going to make you compromise your lofty morals.”
"You don't understand...”
“Yeah. I do. And my advice to you, my friend, is that you need to stop thinking about Beth as Little Girl Lost, the one you saved all those years ago, and start thinking about her as a grown woman. She’s a reporter. A professional. She can make her own decisions. Jeez – I can’t believe I’m saying this – but you need to think of her as a – friend. Not as your responsibility.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It never is. Look – she may be a human, but as far as I’m concerned, she’s proven herself. Now it’s your turn.”