It Never Made Sense For You To

Like A Stalker. An Obsessed Stalker. An Obsessed, Vampire Stalker

Nice Girl Who Knew Cars. Wow. I Stared At Her Face Harder, Wishing I Knew How To Make It Work. C’mon, Jake – Imprint Already.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

And I Started To Cry Again, Realizing That It Must Be Changing Him, Too, This Man Who Was Kind Enough To Be A Soul But Strong As Only A Human Could Be.

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.