The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.
Fate has a way of getting what she wants, no matter how we try to avoid it.
Elizabeth, With my compliments. You will never get your claws into another one of mine. Rot in hell, Nïx clasped her hands over her chest, sighing, "He gave you his heart. That's so romantic. So much better than a candy heart. Those get stuck in the fangs, you know.
Never run from one such as me, female. You will no’ get away - and we like it.
My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.
And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.