If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.

You think I regret saving your life?

I didn’t want to kill girls… even vampire girls. Though I might make an exception for that blonde.

How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.

I came to witness. I stay to fight.

You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.

Inspiration in desperation.