You And I Aren't Friends Either.

But The Humans Weren't What Made My Steps Falter As I Walked Through Grass That Had Turned Bright Green With Summer's Touch. It Was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, The Man I Loved. Dimitri, The Strigoi I Wanted To Save. Dimitri, The Monster I'd Most Likely Have To Kill. The Love We'd Shared Always Burned Within Me, No Matter How Often I Told Myself To Move On, No Matter How Much The World Did Think I'd Move On. He Was Always With Me, Always On My Mind, Always Making Me Question Myself.

He Thought There Was No Hope For Him. Me? I Can't Imagine A World Without Hope.

I Can Pick A Lock. How Do You Think I Got Into My Parents' Liquor Cabinet In Middle School?

Adrian's Face Was The Picture Of Perfect Politeness And Restraint, Meaning Something Disastrous Was About To Happen.

Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!