It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.