"You're a vampire." Her voice was disbelieving, and she was nodding her head up and down in a way that didn't look promising. "Fine. Bite me." Terri held her arm out in challenge, and Bastien frowned. "Terri, I don't want to bite you," he said. Then he paused and said more honestly, "Well, actually, I am a pit peckish right at the moment, but I'd rather not--" "Uh-huh. Bite me!" she snapped. "If you're a vampire, bite me." Bastien peered at her arm for a minute, then took it in hand, lifted it up, and bit her. "Ouch!" Terri leapt off the couch, retrieving her arm as she went. Bastien had to snap his teeth back double quick to keep from ripping her vein and flesh. "You bit me! You've got fangs!" "Now do you believe me?" Clutching her arm to her chest, she began to back away. "Please don't be afraid of me, Terri. I love you," he said softly, taking a step after her and holding out his hand in pleading."