I’ve Seen All I Need To. I’m

I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.

I Tried To Dredge Up The Same Reaction Other Girls Had Around Marcus, But Nothing Happened. No Matter How Hard I Tried, I Just Didn't Have That Same Attraction His Hair Was Too Blond, I Decided. And His Eyes Needed A Little More Green.

Christian's Family Lived Under The Shadow Cast By His Parents. They Had Purposely Become Striogi, Trading Thier Magic And Mortality To Become Immortal And Subsist On Killing Others. His Parents Were Dead Now, But That Didn't Stop People From Not Trusting Him. They Seemed To Think He'd Go Strigoi At Any Moment And Take Everyone Else With Him. His Abrasiveness And Dark Sence Of Humor Didn't Really Help Things, Either.

Doug Returned Five Minutes Later And Shook His Head. "sorry Kid. She's Single, But She Doesn't Think You're Her Type. She's Into The Goth And Vampire Scene. You're Too Mainstream For Her." I Was Sipping A Glass Of Water And Nearly Choked On It. "that," Said Peter, As Soon As Doug Was Gone, "is What We Call Irony." "how Is That Possible?" Exclaimed Cody. "i Am A Vampire. I Should Be Exactly What She Wants." "yeah, But You Don't Look Like One," I Said. If Gabrielle Had Been A Trekkie, He Might Have Had A Shot Tonight.

But To Be Able To Kiss Someone You Love When You're Fully And Completely In Control Of Yourself And Know Who You Are...it's Exquisite. How We Love Others Is Affected By How We Love Ourselves.