The Killing Dance

I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet. Did you take it?" Would I be calling you if I had?" Maybe," I said. He laughed. True, but I'm not going to take it." Why not?" Friendship." Try again," I said. I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you." Comforting...

I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all.

If you love someone, truly love them, you should never cause them pain. Never fill their eyes with something so close to grief.

Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane." - Anita

Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.

Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.

You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I'd feel better if I could guard your back." You're going to do that with a rifle from the closest hill, remember." Night vision and scope, fine, but I can't kill them all from a distance." You couldn't kill them all if you were johnny on the spot, either," I said. No but I'd feel better." Worried about me?" He shrugged. I'm your bodyguard. If you die under my protection, the other bodyguards will make fun of me." It took me a second to realize he was making a joke. Harley looked back at him with an almost surprised look. I don't think either of us heard humor from Edward much.

His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said. "That can be arranged." "Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean." "Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies." I stared at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them. "If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I can't handle any deep, dark plots tonight, okay?" He smiled and gave a low, sweeping bow, never taking his eyes off me. The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away. I shook my head. He WAS up to something. Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly become something else. One thing I could always depend on what Jean-Claude. Pain in the ass that he was, he always seemed to be there. Dependable in his own twisted way. Jean-Claude dependable? I must have been more tired than I thought.

I could probably have made the head shot from the railing, but with an unfamiliar gun, it was too risky. I didn't want to accidentally shoot the woman in the head. Killing the hostage is always frowned upon.

I look like a biker slut from hell meets soldier of fortune pinup.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

There are only two things you can do when you're dressed like Barbie Does Bondage; you can be embarrassed or you can be aggressive. Guess what my choice was.

I have lived for over three hundred years. In that time, the ideal of beauty has changed many times. Large breasts, small, thin, curved, tall, short, they have all been the height of beauty at one time or another. But in all that time, ma petite, I have never desired anyone the way I desire you." - Jean-Claude

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." - Jean-Claude

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

I am always sincere, ma petite, even when I lie." - Jean Claude

If they cheat, can I shoot them?

If I let you get killed, the other bodyguards will make fun of me.

It's that you're not outraged that someone's trying to kill you. Your just accept it, almost like it's normal. It isn't normal" "Assassins aren't normal, even for me, Richard" I said. "Just vampires, zombies, and werewolves" he said. I smiled. "Yeah.

You just wanted to walk in front of me so I'd have to stare at your butt

I don’t know whether to yell at you or hug you.’ ‘I affect a lot of people that way,

That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.

You're the scariest motherfucker in the room.

I started to say something, but Richard said, “Come on, Anita. We have to go now.” He was right. I could kill a lot of them, but not all. I hadn’t brought a spare clip for the machine gun. I hadn’t thought I’d need it. Silly me. We

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn’t bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn’t bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I’d do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.

You look like you’ve just stepped out of two different porno movies.

Richard stood, running his fingers through his thick hair, getting it out of his face, and showing his chest off to good advantage. For the first time, I wondered if he’d done it on purpose. I searched his face for that edge of teasing that Jean-Claude had, that knowledge that even that simple movement touched me. There was nothing. Richard’s face was guileless, handsome, empty of ulterior motives. I exchanged glances with Jean-Claude. He shrugged. “If you do not understand him, do not look to me. I am not in love with him.” Richard looked puzzled. “Did I miss something?