I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all.

I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.

No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite ." - Jean-Claude