Eric,” She Said, “maybe Someday One Of

I Hate Witches. Humans Had The Right Idea, Burning Them At The Stake.

I Freely Admit I Know Nothing About Television Or Writing For The Screen.

Don’t You Just Hate Nights Like That, When You Think Over Every Mistake You’ve Made, Every Hurt You’ve Received, Every Bit Of Meanness You’ve Dealt Out? There’s No Profit In It, No Point To It, And You Need Sleep.

I Snuck A Look To See How Eric Was Taking This, And He Was Staring At Me The Same Way The Monroe Vampires Had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "that's Interesting," He Said. "i Had A Psychic Once. It Was Incredible." "did The Psychic Think So?

Finally, A Human Man Saw Me As Intensely Valuable. Just My Luck He Was Happily Married And Thought I Was A Freak.