It was official. I now wanted to murder a ghost, a notion I'd discarded as unlikely only twenty minutes before. (Cat)

You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.

And that, Annette, is called Pilates

I know I'm delicious. Nummy.....nummy. -Vlad

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

My gaze flew to him once more,noting the cigarette he set down even as he exhaled a long plume of white."Why are you lying there smoking while I'm chained to a wall?"I demanded.The look he gave me was a mixture of relief and cynicism."Since it seems you don't remember anything about the past two days,let me assure you,luv-I earned that smoke.