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

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.

Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)

Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Don’s staff truly had costumes for all possible occasions on hand, or someone at wardrobe had a lot of explaining to do.

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

Anytime you want to lay off the paybacks God, that'd be great.

I love the Underworld movies because the vampires arent automatically evil, yet neither are they basically humans with fangs.