kiss-of-death

I hate traveling with amateurs.

Oh hell no. Guys don__ talk about that crap.___ou__e serious.___eally.___hat do you talk about?__hane looked at her as if she were insane. __ou know. Stuff. We__e not girls. We don__ talk about our feelings. I mean, not to other guys.__laire rolled her eyes and said, __ine, be emotionally stunted losers; I don__ care.

Shane was sitting on the curb next to the old, cracked gas pumps, eating a candy bar. Claire plopped down next to him. __alf?_ she asked.__nd now I know you__e my girlfriend, since you__e not afraid to demand community property,_ he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

I can__ take the ring. It means__t means too much to you. It__ all you have left of them.___hat__ why it__ better if you have it,_ he said, and held out the box, cupped in one hand.__ecause you can make it a better memory. I can barely look at this thing without seeing the past. I don__ want to see the past anymore. I want to see the future._ He didn__ blink, and she felt the breath leave her body. __ou__e the future, Claire.

Yeah. She'd manipulated the second most powerful vampire in town into taking her side against a psycho bitch-queen sorority girl. She'd talked rationally about putting people's brains into computers. This was a normal day. No wonder she was screwed up.

You're just Little Miss Optimist, aren't you? Do you come with accessories, like a glass half full and lemons to make into lemonade, too?

He couldn__ look back at the children. He couldn__ think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.