You will lie beside me where you should be, he informed her.
Blanca carefully closed the shutters on the windows and fastened them. She was always cautious in locking her home.
During the day she was very vulnerable. Already she could feel her body slowing, becoming heavier, more tired. I want you to lie beside me. His voice was a sinful caress, enticing, insistent. "I think you can manage all by yourself," she answered, refusing to look into his dark, hypnotic eyes. Instead, she shut off her computer and the generator and locked the door.
I have nightmares, little red hair. The only way to keep them at bay is to have you close beside me. He sounded very earnest, innocent, hopeful. Blanca found herself smiling as she poured him another unit of blood. She was beginning to think the devil himself had shown up at her doorstep.