A Year. We'd Known Each Other Only

Your Hair," Repeated Dimitri. His Eyes Were Wide, Almost Awestruck. "your Hair Is Beautiful." I Didn't Think So, Not In Its Current State. Of Course, Considering We Were In A Dark Alley Filled With Bodies, The Choices Were Kind Of Limited. "you See? You're Not One Of Them. Strigoi Don't See Beauty. Only Death. You Found Something Beautiful. One Thing That's Beautiful." Hesitantly, Nervously, He Ran His Fingers Along The Strands I'd Touched Earlier. "but Is It Enough?" "it Is For Now." I Pressed A Kiss To His Forehead And Helped Him Stand. "it Is For Now.

Too Bad. Family Members Hit You By Accident. Psychopathic Whores Tend To Come Back For More.

I Nodded. "yup. What I Did Was Tantamount To Treason In Their Eyes." "i Don't Know What 'tantamount' Means, But It Sounds Pretty Serious.

Coming To My Rescue?' 'of Course. It's What We Do. I Rescue You; You Rescue Me. We Just Take Turns Whenever The Other Needs It.

We've Had To Deal With So Many Complications. We're Still Dealing With Them. And What Can We Do? Nothing - Well, Unless We Take Your Side's Point Of View And Make Deals With The Devil. But Why? Why Can't We Make Deals With God? People Do All The Time. 'god, If You Do This For Me, I Promise To Be Good.' Stuff Like That. Yeah, But I Don't See Any Contracts Like You Guys Have. No Hard Evidence That It Works. How Come We Can Only Get Things We Want By Being Bad? Why Can't We Get Them By Being Good?