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O-kay. Kind of freaky. I__ now standing in an actual tomb, in pitch darkness, with only a vampire to keep me company. Last week if you__ sworn on a stack of Bibles that I__ be okay with all of this, I wouldn__ have believed you.

He said that if I ever hurt you, he'd find me and kill me. I told him that if I ever hurt you, I'd want him to." - Aiden MacRae

They should install elevators in this place. What if they turned a handicapped person into a vampire? Talk about your discrimination lawsuit waiting to happen.

And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly__ wing whisking my lips.

I can barely breathe. I feel like I__ going to explode. Jake Wilder is kissing me. French-kissing me. Is he even supposed to be French-kissing me for the play? I thought_ Oh, who cares if he__ supposed to or not. He is, that__ all that matters.

...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...

Ames clucked his tongue, __ou know, not all of us are so evil minded. You__e just met the wrong ones._ He meant guys. __ou__e all the same._ I should know.__ot all of us,_ he said too soft but I heard. __ut judgment before proven can eat one up with anger. Sometimes you just have to take a chance. Trust someone.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

The obvious," Noah goes on, a little out of breath, "being that he is probably some super secret assassin or something. And I'm not as tough as I look.""That's OK," I tell him. "I'm way tougher than you look.

LAST YEAR, Honesty and I still talked, Laughed, Planned weekend activities together. Last year, I used to have friends, Speak, Live. Last year, Honesty lived, Loved, Laughed. But now_ Now I live with the knowledge that Some things Kill others

He picked out a neon-green Sour Patch Kid and held it in front of her face. "Do you accept this little sugar man and his mission to bring you peace and fulfillment with the risk of a major sugar crash to follow?""I do," she said. "I accept the terms of the tiny sugar man, and the wrath of my impossible mother.

Tragic tales rarely do make sense.

Remember what I said when I led to Omar and the queen?" I bobbed my head, unable to look away from his jewel-like eyed, shining in the darkness...so much like Chorda's. "That was the lie. Good-bye, Lane," he said and then crept into the darkness.

I have always been sensitive to vibrations and energies. Sometimes, I meet people and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know that person is just wrong somehow. That their wiring is different, their moral compass screwed.

I never want to leave you." I didn't respond- not because I couldn't find the words, but because there weren't any words in the entire world that could have sounded more perfect.

Hearing my brother__ words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss__ild and wired with no place to put those feelings.

I__ not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to be connected_or that no one can outrun destiny_or that all roads lead to truth and coincidence is a lie to distract us? The reason I was in this place no longer mattered. The harsh reality stared me in the face and demanded an immediate decision. Walk away and blame it on my age. Or stay and try to help a woman who had slowly become my friend over the last few weeks.

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it__ just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.