I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.

Glass shattered, vampires roared, humans screamed. The noise battered at me, just as the tidal wave of scores of brains at high gear washed over me. When it began to taper off, I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. "I knew I'd get on top of you somehow," he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am?" No, I'm just opportunistic." I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, "Oh, do that again. It felt great.

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

I am self-educated from genre books.

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.