We Were U.s. Marshals. We

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.

Stupidity Isn't Punishable By Death. If It Was, There Would Be A Hell Of A Population Drop.

Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It Gives No Warmth.

Because All Bad Little Vampires See Me In The End

If You're Open To It, New Orleans Will Teach You About Yourself, But If You Want To Hide From Who You Really Are, The City Will Help You Do That, Too.