He thought of the many girlfriends, lovers and just plain friends-but-more-than-friends he'd had over the years. Admittedly, none were quite like her. Physically, they hardly had anything in common with the previous one. Usually all that mattered to him was attraction, but not nessacarily just physical. He found more often he was drawn to the personalities of certain people; their auras just pulled him in and captivated him. When the relationship inevitably ended--sometimes amist the slamming of doors and shattering of objects-- it was usually when the glow that surrounded the person started to fade, when they no longer held a mystery to discover. Looking at her, he thought it would take along time before he understood anything. And then there were just the plain one night stands, which stopped leaving him with guilt long ago. People who allowed themselves to be manipulated...when he thought about it too much it left him disgusted. He knew how when he did it, he was completely focused on his goal; blood, an e