Night Junkies Page #2

That is to say, I am not an angel.

If it had a damned aureole,

it would take it from me...

... and it would use her as dogs' necklace

for one of my b*tches.

Do you know what I want to say?

But this type...

Do not misinterpret me.

I am not against

of the old woman ultra violence.

But with me, it is rapid.

As setting dogs to sleep.

A short blow and that is quite.

But this type...

It is necessary to entertain.

He is a psychopath.

A tongue threatens.

It wants to extract me of the business, the damned one.

But:
what raisin if the real vampires...

... are not they like those of the movies?

What raisin if they are only normal persons

those that they made them suffer...

... and are not they only bad boys?

You are pretty.

A little strange,

but definitively pretty.

Do you have fianc?

Well. A or B, then.

Cats or Transformistas?

- Cats.

- Good boy.

The best way of defending yourself.

To give the first blow or to flee?

Not to be there first of all.

Do you listen or wait to speak?

I like listening more.

I am trying to improve.

I believe that I wait very much to speak.

Equal I.

Sex in the bed...

... or sex on the stipend of the kitchen?

In the house of your parents

when they are in the room...

... of nearby on the verge of catching you.

In the birthday of your fiance.

What do you buy to him?

Flowers or chocolates?

It depends. That is to say: he likes

the flowers and the chocolates?

All the girls like

the flowers and the chocolates.

Then I buy to him both.

How do I go?

Very well for the time being.

Can I do to you any questions now?

Not.

Do you have fianc?

I never said to you...

... that you are the most surprising girl

what has ever known?

You met me only four hours ago.

Then it is already time to say it to you.

You are the most surprising girl

that has never known.

Are you crazy?

Madman?

Do not you feel a pity?

... egoist ... not...

... it interferes...

The feelings interfere.

Only...

... it kills.

Without fondness.

I know...

... intelligent.

- What raisin?

- I feel it.

I feel it. I did not want.

What have you done?

I cannot avoid it.

I cannot believe it.

Allow me to explain. I did not want.

Stay remote.

You are a monster!

Waiting.

Ruby.

Ruby, Ruby.

Adnde have you been?

It was with a client.

Your first client?

Congratulations.

Wonderful.

How much did the idiot pay to you?

He did not pay to me.

He did not pay to you.

So when cortsmente you said to him

that is paid in advance...

... and he rudely refused to pay...

... what prevented from saying " Arrivederci "...

... exactly 10 seconds later

and were you turning?

The first time. Eh...

She was not sure of how doing it.

For seven hours?

We speak.

I thought that you it realized well.

You are right.

I feel it, I ruined it.

We go.

A little warm.

And without great sense.

Put on them.

Forward.

Prove them to yourself.

With your big bottom,

I will not have left well.

He remembers.

It is your last opportunity, Ruby.

Behave.

Or I will become bad.

Do not forget to use corset.

It covers this injury until it goes away.

Hello, Vincent.

How does it go?

Well.

The man grows up to where they leave it.

There is something that to learn

in every thing that we do...

... and in every thing that they do to us.

What have I learned?

That to be addicts is

essentially human.

We all have an addictive nature.

But we can justify...

... to ignore or to laugh at the majority

of the addictions.

That we have more serious addictions...

... we frown and look

for below to those ... weaknesses...

... when privately,

in our hearths...

... we lodge our own ones with hypocrisy...

... be already drugs, money...

... sex.

My addiction...

... it is...

... what is.

Truth.

Yes, miss.

Have a short rest in this couch.

This way, miss?

It wants to drain the blood...

It wants to drain the blood of me

body without value, miss?

Miss?

Have a short rest, useless pig!

Open these cheeks!

I will give you something that not

you have had from the school...

... bad-mannered child.

Miss.

For God!

Awake, awake, small Ruby.

You have disappointed me.

You disappointed me.

You are like an investment as which it goes badly.

The favorite...

... that falls down to the last thing.

Good, this night...

... it is time to return your investments...

... even if I have to support

your open well legs.

I will straighten her up, chief.

You always liked this.

Always the fighter.

Good, we go. Do it.

Give him your best shot.

We go.

You can make it better, a sweetheart.

Do you remember the slap that is distant to me?

He thinks that it was something like that.

We go!

Show me the hard thing that you are.

I love the pain. I love it.

Excite me. We go.

Provoke me an erection.

The hoary man knew

that had turned me.

But it had more reasons

to die that I.

I am hoping to die...

... to be with my love again.

It has spent so much time.

I know what you are...

... even if you not.

It bites.

It bites.

And this way a sacrifice was consolidated.

I gave him my life.

He gave to me his.

My first meal.

My last friend.

This way it were where everything began.

Whenever I keep on living...

... I remember it.

... to whisper...

First you, eh?

Nightmares?

You will get accustomed.

What have you done to me?

Consider it as that you have developed

a blood need.

An addiction.

But ... my neck ... and your doll.

Our white globules

they work ten times more rapid.

Are we immortal?

Not.

Skylight that not.

And the holy water is not burning hot

our meat.

Only it wets us.

And the garlic does not do anything to us,

only that our breath infects with the plague.

And the sun?

For some reason, now I am

allergic in view of the sun.

It does that my skin toasts...

... and I stung myself.

Something like eczema, I suppose.

A stake in the heart?

Yes.

That would kill us.

But also a bullet in the head.

Relax, Ruby.

You have turned now...

... and you have to feed...

... every day.

A stripper.

B*tch! It raises damned that one

stage and move!

Here you have, friend...

a toy wetted to f***.

Every hole is an attempt.

Scallop, bottom, mouth.

Even his ears.

I adjoin and slowly or last.

He loves everything.

You miss his mouth when you finish,

he savours it and it it spits at the flat...

... saying, " Thank you, papi ",

between every lick.

She is a small prostitute she absorbs pricks, f***ed,

with enormous nipples, aggressive, submissive...

... I come up oppressive, that dances in his skirt

and it is opened of legs.

And the best thing: it is cheap!

Again!

You are mine!

Mine!

Your shift, love.

Only I want to forget everything.

Vaymonos of London.

I need to do it.

For us.

Only he writes the direction.

Then we will leave

and we will begin of zero.

I bet that this guy is crazy, Leroy.

So allow me to say it to yourself directly.

You come to my place

and you make me anger...

... for a ballerina.

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