Don't you think baby corns are scary? There's just something wrong about their midget bodies.

Stark looked strong and healthy and totally gorgeous. I was distracting myself by wondering what exactly Scottish guys did, or didn't, wear under those kilts when he turned to face me. His smile lit up his eyes. "I can practically hear you thinking.

You know about Star Trek?" came out of Stark's mouth before his brain could stop it. Again, the warrior shrugged. "We do have the satellite.

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

The problem, of course, was that turning into a monster was the brighter of my two choices. Choice Number 1: I turn into a vampyre, which equals a monster in just about any human’s mind. Choice Number 2: My body rejects the Change and I die. Forever. So the good news is that I wouldn’t have to take the geometry test tomorrow.

You and I are bound. We will be each other’s salvation, or each other’s doom.

Blood Leads to Humanity, Spirit Leads to Night, and Earth Completes.