VACHON:   First night, first feeding, you wake up so hungry you'll do anything for the blood you need - take anyone: enemy, friend, lover. If your first kill isn't human, you don't hunger for humans.

TRACY: : He's sick?

VACHON:  He can't be. We can't get sick.... But I think you're right.

NICK:  I take it you need something.

VACHON:  Your doctor friend.

NICK:  What for?

VACHON:  I've got a sick friend; I need her help.

NICK:  She's not that kind of doctor.

VACHON:  I hear she's pretty good with the dead... and the undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital. In the emergency room, what am I going to tell them? He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses, and food. He's about four hundread and fifty, and he can fly?

VACHON:  I've seen sick, Knight; I'm seeing it now. The fever, the shakes, the way they breathe. I've been feeding him all morning and he's still starving.

SCREED:  Just a favor, mate. One last.

VACHON:  Anything.

SCREED:  Put my bones down by the water, if you can. Bury them good in the sand. Never felt right on land.

VACHON: Screed was right, you do smell like fruit.

TRACY: : It must be my shampoo.

VACHON:  No, it's inside you. Every woman has her own scent... her own flavor.... Your blood... is who you are.... Taste of apricot... scent of callalilies. Every drop tells its story. Go! Get out! NOW! No, don't you understand? It's the hunger - the first hunger. Get away from me, before it's too late.

TRACY: : Vachon? Brought you something. ...Not hungry?

VACHON:  Not anymore.

TRACY: : This isn't fair, is it?

VACHON:  Probably not.

TRACY: : I mean, I knew there would be some disavantages to getting involved with a vampire, sure, but... dying young was not supposed to be one of them.

VACHON:  If it's any comfort, you know, I'm not actually young.

TRACY: : You know what I mean: dying. Before we had a chan--- We just met.

VACHON:  I'm the one usually left behind, Trace. In five hundred years, I've buried a lot of mortal friends.

TRACY: : So, when does it get easier?

VACHON:  ...I'll let you know.

VACHON:  Still here? How long?

TRACY: : Oh, the sun'll be up soon.

VACHON:  You better go.

TRACY: : I can stay. I don't mind.

VACHON:  I'm not going to make another night. You don't' want to see this.

TRACY: : You told me once... the day you became... what you are, the woman who made you...

VACHON:  She rejoined the sun... or something. I always wondered what that would feel like. TRACY: , go. Thanks. For trying.

VACHON:  Here to give me last rights?

NICK:  Were you expecting a priest?

VACHON:  Mmmm, umm-umm.