It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.