Neither said anything while they embraced. Sometimes words didn't go far enough, the vessels of letters and the ladles of grammar incapable of holding the heart's sentiments.

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and Marissa

I cannae believe you let me touch you.” His voice grew hoarse. “I shall remember this for all my nights.” Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this…. “Do not cry.” His thumb went to her cheeks. “Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.