Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.” Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.