It’s Adrian Ivashkov Logic. Don’t Try To

I Looked Him In The Eye, "i Will Always Love You." Then Plunged The Stake Into His Chest. It Wasn't As Precise A Blow As I Would Have Liked, Not With The Skilled Way He Was Dodging. I Struggled To Get The Stake In Deep Enough To His Heart, Unsure If I Could Do It From This Angle. Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that's What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out.

The Door Opened, And We Were Met By A Fifty-something Man With A Grizzled Blond Beard. He Was Wearing Bermuda Shorts And A Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, He Had An Eye Patch. "this Is Incredible," I Heard Adrian Murmur. "beyond My Wildest Dreams.

Adrian Frowned. 'is That A Noose?' 'it's A Tie!' I Cried, Trying Not To Feel Offended. He Laughed, Clearly Delighted At This. 'my Mistake.

Setting Out Around Midnight, I Couldn't Help Shaking My Head, "we're The Goddamned Hottest Vampire Hunters Ever." I Muttered.

Angeline's Been Hanging Out With That Dhampir. I Just Saw Them Walking Off Together. Is Something Going On With Them?" "which Dhampir?" I Asked. "the One With The Fake British Accent." "i Don't Think It's Fake." "well, Whatever." Even I Could Read The Jealousy In Trey's Features. "what's Up With Them?" "pretty Sure There's Nothing." "then Why Are They Always Together?" Because She's Trying To Get Over You, I Thought.