I wanted his death so savagely that the need for it rang in my ears and clouded my sight and was a flavor on my tongue.

but you see, just because we've been...dealt a certain hand...it doesn't mean we can't choose to rise above- to conquer the boundaries of a destiny that none of us wanted. to try to retain whatever essential humanity we can.

I watched her, waiting.
She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed.
I’d just admitted to stalking her, and she was smiling.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?