I Hurt With You. I Bled With

His Eyes Were Still Like Caves With Ghosts Dwelling In Their Depths.

Self-pity Is Like Chocolate; As You Get Older, You Can Only Afford A Little Bit.

Eric Was Holding My Hands, And I Was Digging My Nails Into Him Like We Were Doing Something Else. He Won't Mind, I Though, As I Realized I'd Drawn Blood. And Sure Enough, He Didn't. "let Go," He Advised Me, And I Loosened My Grip On His Hands. "no, Not Of Me," He Said Smiling. "you Can Hold On To Me As Long As You Want.

Vampires Should Never Say Uh-oh!!

I Freely Admit I Know Nothing About Television Or Writing For The Screen.