I couldn’t bear it, looking at her, wanting her not to die and wanting her; and the more I looked at her, the more I could taste her skin, feel my arm sliding under her back and pulling her up to me, feeling her soft neck.Soft, soft, that’s what she was, so soft. I tried to tell myself it was best for her to die–what was to become of her? but these were lying thoughts. I wanted her!
From Anne Rice “Interview with the Vampire”