"I wonder if you would still be, if ya knew me really?" Bronwyn whispered back.<br/>"Why don't you tell me and we'll see?" Tara murmured, sliding her hands gently up Bronwyn's arms.<br/>"I'm not like you, pretty girl. I'm more different than ya realize." Bronwyn reached up and grasped Tara's hands, lacing their fingers together and holding their hands together in between them.<br/>"You don't look so different." Tara rubbed her cheek against their joined hands. "Don't feel so different... except you're-"<br/>"Cold." Bronwyn finished. "To the core." She let go of Tara's hands and cupped her face. Tara's arms went around her waist and she frowned a little, realizing that it wasn't just Bronwyn's hands that were cold. It was her whole body.<br/>"The sun-" she started, then stopped.<br/>"Is deadly to me. What does that tell ya, pretty girl?" Bronwyn whispered, her eyes boring into Tara's.<br/>"That you're..."<br/>Bronwyn's lips parted as she ran her tongue over the tips of her fangs.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Oh.</span>" Tara gasped.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">DING!</span>The bell over the door jingled, announcing the arrival of yet another guest.