To Know Another's Heart, You

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Vampire Hunters: Good Ones And Dead Ones.

There Are Wounds That Never Show On The Body That Are Deeper And More Hurtful Than Anything That Bleeds.

Because All Bad Little Vampires See Me In The End

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.

Sometimes You Fight What You Are, And Sometimes You Give In To It. And Some Nights You Just Don’t Want To Fight Yourself Anymore, So You Pick Someone Else To Fight.