Odd As This Might Sound,

I Was A Vampire, And She Had The Sweetest Blood I’d Smelled In Eighty Years.

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

But You See, Just Because We've Been...dealt A Certain Hand...it Doesn't Mean We Can't Choose To Rise Above- To Conquer The Boundaries Of A Destiny That None Of Us Wanted. To Try To Retain Whatever Essential Humanity We Can.

Kiss Me, Jacob. Kiss Me, And Then Come Back.

It's Not A Good Feeling--knowing That You Profoundly Deserve The Title Of Monster. It's Better To Be Kind Than To Feel Guilty.