If I Propose, You'll Know

Sleep With Seth Mortensen? Good Grief. It Was The Most Preposterous Thing I'd Ever Heard. It Was Appalling. If I Absorbed His Life Force, There Was No Telling How Long It'd Be Until His Next Book Came Out.

Melbourne, I Always Knew You'd Need To Learn About This Kind Of Thing. I 'd Just Kind Of Hoped You'd Learn It On A Real Guy.

My Captivity With Dimitri. The Way His Mouth—so, So Warm, Despite His Cold Skin—had Kissed Mine. The Feel Of His Fangs Pressing Into My Neck And The Sweet Bliss That Followed... He Looked Exactly The Same Too, With That Chalky White Pallor And Red-ringed Eyes That So Conflicted With The Soft, Chin-length Brown Hair And Otherwise Gorgeous Lines Of His Face. He Even Had A Leather Duster On.

Victor Smiled Through The Pain And The Blood. "of Course You Have. I Used To Think Belikov Was The Savage One, But It's Really You, Isn't It? You're The Animal With No Control, No Higher Reasoning Except To Fight And Kill.

Rose Once Told Me About This Poem She’d Read. There Was This Line, ‘if Your Eyes Weren’t Open, You Wouldn’t Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking.’ You Know What I’m Afraid Of? That Someday, Even With My Eyes Open, I Still Won’t Know.