We Aren't The Good Guys, Anita. We're

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

You're Up To Something," I Said. He Turned, Eyes Wide, Long Fingers Pressed To His Heart. "moi?" "yeah, You.

I Know Who And What I Am. I Am The Executioner, And I Don't Date Vampires. I Kill Them.

Can You Truly Love Anyone If You Do Not First Love Yourself? If You Hate Yourself, Can You Love Anyone Else? If You Do Not Accept All Of Who You Are, Can You Accept Anyone Else? Hard Questions. It Remains To Be Seen Whether I Get Any Answers, Hard, Or Otherwise.

There Are A Thousand Ways To Hurt Someone You Love That Have Nothing To Do With Physical Violence.