you told me I could beat him. You promised.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.

Thank you for caring for my brother." He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

Although she was ashamed to admit it now, the darkness in him had been the largest part of his allure. It was such an anomaly, a contrast to what she'd known from life. It had made him dangerous. Exciting. Sexy. But that was a fantasy. This was real. He suffered. And there was nothing sexy or thrilling about that. (Zsadists & Bella)