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 | | The rain had cleared leaving the summer night warm and humid in her wake, all around them the sounds of lovemaking filled the sky with the ebb and wash of a sea tide. |
 | | Spike thought it was odd that there would be anyone on that stage singing such a desolate tune this late in the night, until he realised it wasn’t the voice of Joan Baez, but the clear high voice of a young girl strumming a guitar for the swaying and appreciative audience gathered around her. |
 | | He had never felt less than happy with what he was, a vampire, Lord and master of his domain, top of the food chain, but she had made him want more, this sad and beautiful girl, with her hopeless devotion to him, and her sea green eyes, windows to her soul. |
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