Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal Vampires.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

I Could Really Appreciate Him Now - Could Properly See Every Beautiful Line Of His Perfect Face, Of His Long, Flawless Body With My Strong New Eyes, Every Angle And Every Plane Of Him. I Could Taste His Pure, Vivid Scent On My Tongue And Feel The Unbelievable Silkiness Of His Marble Skin Under My Sensitive Fingertips.

‎imprinting On Someone Is Like... Like When You See Her... Everything Changes. All Of A Sudden, Its Not Gravity Holding You To The Planet. It's Her... Nothing Else Matters.

Jasper Chuckled, Shaking His Head. " You Truly Are One Frightening Little Monster.