He Was Like A Shooting

He Knew What It Was Like To Love One Who Did Not--or Could Not--love You Back. But He'd Had No Choice. None Of Them Did.

That Was The Thing About Pictures--they Were Worth A Thousand Words, But Sometimes They Weren't The Right Ones.

Every Valentine's Day, The Student Council Sponsered A Holiday Fundraiser By Selling Roses That Would Be Delievered In Class. The Roses Came In Four Colors:white, Yellow, Red, Pink, And The Subtleties Of Thier Meaning Were Parsed And Analyzed By The Female Population To No End. Mimi Had Always Understood It Thus:white For Love, Yellow For Friendship, Red For Passion, And Pink For A Secret Crush.

White For Light. White For Love. White For Forever.

The Code Of The Vampires Decreed That Anyone Who Violated The Sacred Law Was Condemned To Death, The Blood Burning. Charles Had Refused To Subject Allegra To The Sentence. But Mimi Was A Different Matter. Mimi Walked Out Of The Church, Knowing That If She Ever Saw Jack Again, She Would Have To Kill Him.