I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified.

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.

Slow down. The party won't start until I get there - Jo, Remember me. Page 43.