There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

The desert surrounds your every step and you walk forever a thirsty man.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

I'm Paige," I whispered. He was serious, for once. "Are you the first page, or the last?" I didn't answer, not right then.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

It's ironic, isn't it? Our goal was great. Our path was dark.