Because All Bad Little Vampires See Me

That Disapproving Look Was Back In Her Eyes. Her Teacher Face. The One That Could Make You Squirm From Ten Paces, Even If You Were Innocent. And I Hadn't Been Innocent For Years.

Anita Can Speak For Herself," Richard Said. Jean-claude's Attention Flicked Back To Me. "that Is Certainly True. But I Came To See How The Two Of You Enjoyed The Play." "and Pigs Fly," I Said. "you Don't Believe Me?" "not Hardly," I Said.

I Kissed Him On The Cheek And Left To Find Bobby Lee. Him, I Trusted To Be In The Line Of Fire. But It Was More Than That: I Wasn't Sleeping With Bobby Lee. I Didn't Love Him. Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

If I Went In The Cage, I Was Going To End Up Eaten Alive. That Was Actually One Of My Top Five Ways Not To Die.