You're Intoxicated By My Very

It Was Sort Of The Pattern To My Life - I'd Never Been Strong Enough To Deal With The Things Outside My Control, To Attack The Enemies Or Outrun Them. To Avoid The Pain. Always Human And Weak, The Only Thing I'd Ever Been Able To Do Was Keep Going. Endure. Survive.

It Never Made Sense For You To Love Me.

What Kind Of An Idiotic Question Is That?

Vampirism, For Me, Was A Way To Live In Fantasy And Have Superpowers, But Not Just In A Really Perfect, Happy, Everything Is Great Way. It's Superpowers With A Cost. It's Having To Be The Villain, And What Do You Do About That.

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.