There Are Big Bad Wolves

When We Got To The Moron Who Was Sitting In The Only Path To The Stairway, Adam Caught My Waist And Lifted Me Over Before Stepping Over The Man Himself. “scott?” Adam Said As We Headed Upstairs. “yeah?” “unless Someone Shoots You, Skins You, And Throws The Results On The Floor, I Don’t Want To See You Lying In The Walkway Again.” “yessir!

She Crawled On Top Of Him, Naked And Warm And Soft, Smelling Like A Miracle That Had Saved Him From A Lifetime Of Aloneness.

You Are A Sick, Sick Man,” I Told Him. “thank You,” Ben Replied, Looking Modest.

He Was Obviously Dead. But Since He Was A Vampire That Wasn't As Hopless A Thing As It Might Have Been.

I Thought You Were Dead. Stupid. As If I'd Die Without Taking You With Me.