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Root Canal Without Anesthesia
Beth looked so miserable and forlorn, holding the right side of her face, Mick couldn't help smiling (she looked so cute like that!).
Big mistake. She scowled at him. "Please put me out of my misery," she begged.
Mick removed her hand and very, very gently, kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry you're hurting, but I'm not Turning you because you have a toothache."
"You don't understand, I have to have Root Canal."
Mick shook his head. "Not a good enough reason to be turned into a vampire."
"You've obviously never had one," Beth declared. Then a glimmer of good mood showed through her misery, as she turned to the junk drawer and removed a large pair of pliers. "That can be changed,” she warned, advancing on him with the tool brandished menacingly.
It wasn't the first time Mick was thankful that vampire speed far surpassed the human's, but it was no less sweet for that.