Night Junkies Page #6

Something says to me that you have a history.

Yes?

What happens?

Not at all, fondness.

Not at all.

Then:
where is your husband?

Probably f***ing

with one of his amiguitas.

In the fifth flat.

On his office, perhaps.

I hope that he should be enjoy it.

Do not worry, fondness.

It does not hurt already so much.

I already overcame it.

Only I feel numb.

Vincent, we go.

I am so boring.

So boring.

I have forgotten of how feeling.

Only I want to feel something.

Any thing.

Forgive, lady, but we must go away.

Vincent.

Ruby.

Sultame.

You might kill me if you take too much.

I feel it.

I will not be the addicted one, Vincent.

I it will not be.

I feel what it spent to you then.

But this is different.

We do not want this.

We need it.

As the oxygen.

We need the blood.

How do you know it?

Have you tried to leave it?

You are an addict. Instead of to the heroine,

to the blood, that is quite.

I will leave it.

Only you are spending an evil

moment with the nightmares.

You will get accustomed to them.

I have already done it.

I will leave it.

And I want that you do it with me.

So we enter a pharmacy.

I went to the deposit...

... and I found Valium and other drugs

that are given to the persons...

... so that they overcome his addictions.

These are the drugs

accepted by the society...

... to that we can be addicts.

Of a form or other one,

we needed something...

... to liberate us of the quakes

and pains in the future nights.

This had already made earlier.

Vincent:
fondness?

Yes, Ruby, baby?

How did they turn you?

What? I speak seriously.

I want to know it.

Was it pretty?

How do you know that she was a woman?

Was she a woman?

Yes.

She was a woman.

He did not know her. It was...

It was drunk in a bar of Soho.

He was meeting some persons,

but I cannot remember whom.

I cannot remember anything of my life

before this night.

But I remember this jezabel

that nothing appeared of.

What happened later?

I do not know it.

The only thing that I remember,

the fact is that I was crawling...

... for the alley of nearby.

It was much...

... sexy.

And then?

And then...

Then it ruined my life.

Vincent.

I love you.

Vincent?

Might you to be this one, Ruby?

Attempt to feed of those

without dear or dependent beings

or those whom they will not miss.

Sometimes we cannot be selective.

I know what I am.

I know what I have to do.

And I do it.

I feel it.

Vincent?

Vincent?

Not!

Vincent?

What happens to you?

It was afraid. What...

For God.

I can smell it.

I can smell it in you!

Do not say anything. Do not say anything!

Damned liar!

You cannot flee of what you are.

This is not what I am!

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