Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.

What’s your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean’s brother—he hadn’t been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn’t,either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. Can I call you None for short?

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.

She was poison in a pretty bottle.

Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there's that. I will crush them on wit.

Mind the dead man, my dear.