Do I feel ancient to you now?" he murmered. "Too different from the person you loved before you knew this?" Her eyes were already glowing green, and her full lips parted. "No, you don't feel too ancient." Her voice was husky. "Or too different. You feel like mine. Whoever you were, whoever you are...you're mine." Mencheres smiled, his fangs stretching to their full length. "So you have spoken, so it shall be decreed. For all eternity.

Then I went to the morgue and saw that those bones weren't yours, heard your voice again in my head" -his eyes closed- "and once more, nothing else mattered.

Survival first, then heartbreak.

That's what vampires do, Kitten. We always come for what's ours, no matter the circumstances." Bones said.

This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

Just because some of us make a mistake in love once doesn't mean we're doomed to repeat it.

Catherine! Get out of my way. I need to have a word with that thing." Since she usually called Bones "filthy animal", I assumed "thing" meant Ian.