Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.

I may not be a human, but I am a man.

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker

You're my life now and I will do anything to protect you.

But now you're unhappy," he pointed out. "And?" I challenged. "That doesn't seem fair." He shrugged, but his eyes were still intense. I laughed without humour. "Hasn't anyone told you? Life isn't fair." "I believe I have heard that somewhere before," he agreed dryly.

Even if we all want you here, you don't belong until you decide you do.

I don't want to be a vampire. A lot of other people do and I think it's that dual nature - we have, you know, terrifying/intriguing.