Things Die. But They Don't

Whereas Angeline's Antics Made Me Want To Pull Out My Hair Sometimes, Trey Found Them Endearing.

But All I Could See Was Her. No Skill Of Mine, No Artist Anywhere, Could’ve Immortalized How Gorgeous She Was. It Was Impossible To Believe She’d Ever Had Any Doubts About Her Body. The Firelight Shone On Her Skin, Golden And Perfect, Making Her Look Like Some Radiant Goddess Of Legend. I Wanted To Kneel Before Her And Offer Eternal Obedience.

Knowing I Wasn't Going Anywhere, I Frantically Searched For Some Way To Help Her. A Dark Figure Caught My Eye. "christian!" I Yelled. He'd Been Staring At Lissa's Retreating Figure But Glanced Up At The Sound Of His Name. One Of My Escorts Shushed Me And Took My Arm. "be Quiet." I Ignored Her. "go After Her," I Called To Christian. "hurry." He Just Sat There, And I Suppressed A Groan. "go, You Idiot!" My Guardians Snapped At Me To Be Quiet Again, But Something Inside Of Christian Woke Up. Springing Up From His Lounging Position, He Tore Off In The Direction Lissa Had Traveled.

I Stopped. She Was Bleeding After All. Perfect Lines Crossed Her Wrists, Not Near Any Crucial Veins, But Enough To Leave Wet Red Tracks Across Her Skin. She Hadn;t Hit Her Veins When She Did This; Death Hadn't Been Her Goal.

Good God," I Said. "this Is The Most Stereotypical Vampire Food Ever." "only If It Was Raw. What Do You Think?" "it's Good," I Said Reluctantly. Who Knew That Bacon Would Have Made All The Difference? "really Good. I Think You Have A Promising Future As A Housewife While Lissa Works And Makes Millions Of Dollars." "funny, That's Exactly My Dream.