"He led me quickly through the street, turning every time I hesitated, his hand out
for mine, a smile on his lips, his presence as marvellous to me as the night he'd
come in my mortal life and told me we would be vampires. 'Evil is a point of view,'
he whispered now. 'We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts
that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God
kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and
so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves,
dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and
all its kingdoms. I want a child tonight. I am like a mother... I want a child!"