Love is Darkness

You want me to be unselfish? A vampire is selfish. We kill so that we can survive, that is the ultimate selfishness.

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

Everything she knew about him rushed through her mind like a tidal wave.

Nervousness made her feel nauseous, almost like she had two hearts frantically beating in her chest, instead of one.

Her gaze shifted away. "I don't remember my dreams anymore." It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them, he was with his parents again. Hearing their laughter. Watching them live. But when he woke up they were really gone.

She tried to think of the right thing to say - something that would make him leave her alone. If she said she could defend herself he'd want her to prove it. But if she said she couldn't defend herself, then he'd take her out there to learn. This is so messed up.

You know what I know? I know that whenever someone tells you they are doing 'what's best for you', you're screwed. Those are not words you want to hear. It's right up there with 'it's not you it's me'.

Of course it was, this was perfect Jack. She could tear his fucking heart out and he'd want to know is she broke a nail.

The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she'd run.

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the musty smell of books. Truth be told, she thought the smell was kind of sexy. She'd had fantasies of having sex in a library. That was probably what happened when one spent those crucial hormone-filled years surrounded by books instead of boys.

The vampire who lived here was either a total loser or really liked the monster image. Really, if he couldn't be a rich vampire, then he was a moron.

A helpful lecture about how anger 'hurts us more than anyone else' would have sent her screaming off into the woods, vampires be damned.

I know that whenever someone tells you they are doing 'what's best for you', you're screwed. Those are not words you want to hear. It's right up there with 'it's not you it's me'.

Fear blossomed within her - not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.

Life is about juggling obligations, Valerie. You need to study smarter, not harder.

to flee. His big hand engulfed both of hers so