Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

Yes, because a vampire slumber party is the pinnacle of safety conscious behavior.

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

Over my pile of ashes