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|My name is Thomas Raith, and I'm a monster.|
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you.
I wanna do real bad things with you.
~Jace Everett, "Bad Things"
"Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little. It wouldn't hurt to give him some space.
On the other hand, it was easy for me to forget what he was, and I couldn't afford that. Thomas was a vampire of the White Court. They didn't drink blood. They fed on emotions, on feelings, drawing the life energy from their prey through them. The way I understood it, it was usually during sex, and rumor had it that their kind could seduce a saint. I'd seen Thomas start to feed once, and whatever it was that made him not quite human had completely taken control of him. It left him a cold, beautiful, marble-white being of naked hunger. It was an acutely uncomfortable memory.
The Whites weren't as physically formidable or aggressively organized as the Red Court, and they didn't have the raw, terrifying power of the Black Court, but they didn't have all the usual vampire weaknesses, either. Sunlight wasn't a problem for Thomas, and from what I'd seen, crosses and other holy articles didn't bother him either. But just because they weren't as inhuman as the other Courts didn't make the Whites less dangerous. In fact, the way I saw it, it made them more of a threat in some ways. I know how to handle it when some slime-covered horror from the pits of Hell jumps up in my face. But it would be easy to let down my guard for someone nearly human."
~ Harry Dresden, Blood Rites
'Cause I'm thirsting for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
~ Poets of the Fall, "Carnival of Rust"
"When we feed... we mingle our lives with the prey. Blend them together. Transform a portion of their life into ours and then pull it away with us.
It isn't all that different between human beings. Sex is more than just sensation. It's a union of the energy of two lives. And it's explosive. It's the process for creating life. For creating a new soul. Think about that. Power doesn't get more dangerous and volatile than that.
Love is another kind of power, which shouldn't surprise you. Magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy, when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.
And it's deadly to us. We can inspire lust, but it's just a shadow. An illusion. Love is a dangerous force.
Love is a primal energy, Harry. To actually touch that kind of power hurts us. It burns. We can't take any energy that's been touched by love. It dampens our ability to cause lust, as well. Even the trappings of love between two people can be dangerous.
You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love."
~ Thomas Raith, Blood Rites
But it's still a feeling
No it's not love
But my body's reeling
To move closer next to you
~ The Pipettes, "(Because It's Not Love) But it's Still A Feeling"
"The creature's arm also extended to the mirror, and then with a shiver I realized that its limb was reaching a good foot past the mirror's surface. Its gleaming claws were sunk into Thomas's shaking forearm, and drops of dark blood had run from the punctures. Thomas's arm, meanwhile, had sunk into the mirror, and I saw his fingers digging in hard upon the flesh of the creature's forearm. Locked together, I sensed that the two were straining against each other. Thomas was trying to pull himself away from the thing. The creature was trying to drag him into the mirror, there among the dried blood and dead bones.
'He's tired,' said a woman's voice... 'The girl he loved. She's gone. She was his strength. It knows that.'"
~ Harry Dresden and Margaret LeFay, Blood Rites
He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self belief
Feed all day from underneath
~ Faithless, "Addictive"
"He was always a romantic. She's protected. The little idiot should never have let himself feel so much for prey. It was that last time together that did it, I imagine."
~ Lara Raith, Blood Rites
chemical reactions in your brain (In your brain)
And feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drug
in your veins (In your veins)
Love come quickly
'Cause I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It's on the brink
Love come quickly
'Cause I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin
~ Savage Garden, "Gunning Down Romance"
It doesn't make you a monster to want. It's what you do with the want that matters.
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