I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!
Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom.
Then, in a whisper, Sam said, “I met someone else.
I was 17 years old when I was killed by a vampire”-Ruby Kennedy from My Handsome Vampire.
Leave it to a vampire to think a healthy guy in his late thirties or early forties was on his deathbed.
I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.
When he whispered my name, that’s when I knew- this was how death felt.
Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon’s arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under the warm terrycloth of my bathrobe. I was lost in the moment, content to stay here forever…lost in the cold rain and welcoming warmth of Dublin, and lost in the arms of my husband. Since we arrived early this morning we were in our room, making love and sleeping, lost in a fairy tale moment, savoring every caress.
And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.
Derek’s. Lucas’. Ben’s. It’s beyond me what I must do to make them realize that I’m neither object nor possession. I don’t belong to any of them.