Kayla Krantz

Your friend will pay deeply for what he__ done here tonight,_ Chance snarled once he wiped off most of the blood. __ou can tell him to run as far and as fast as he can, I__l get him. Just let him know that once this is all over, it__ just gonna be you and me and a world full of corpses.

He's evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death.

People fail to realize that horror isn__ just monsters and death. Sometimes, it__ learning to accept the darkness of human nature.

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should__e been trained.But she wasn__. She was regrettably human.

He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that's injured...even if it is just his pride.

It reminded him of the truth__ho he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.

You broke the chain, Luna. Of all his victims, you were the only one that ever walked away and he hasn__ forgotten.

One thing is painfully clear-I can't trust anyone.

You pushed me down to the depths of my sorrow until I thought I wouldn__ see the light of day again. You expected me to drown, didn__ you? To be left there for an eternity, waiting for your hand to pull me out? What you didn__ stop to realize is that I live in the shadows, thrive even. When I pull myself from the darkness, I__l be stronger for it and you__l regret leaving me for dead.

No matter what, the day didn't feel like Christmas to her.She remembered years ago, when she had been just a little kid, and the word had been enough to make her happy. Nothing stirred in her now. Her childhood felt like it had been in another life. As she sat alone in her room with tears drying to her face, she resolved that no matter what the calendar said, it wasn't Christmas.If it was, she'd feel happy, not depressed.

No matter what you think of me, I'm part of your thoughts. Even if you hate me, I'll live in your mind forever.

Of course we dance with our demons. Our angels are far too shy.

History tended to repeat itself. Why should her past be any different?

If she opened the closet with her skeletons, they might drag her in with them.