He Was Like Superman, But With Fangs

We’d Spent Years As Adversaries, Two Predators Sharing Territory And A Certain, Unwelcome Attraction. Somehow, During All Those Years I Spent Outwardly Acquiescing To His Demands While Making Sure I Held My Own, I’d Won His Respect. I’d Had Werewolves Love Me And Hate Me, But I’d Never Had One Respect Me Before. Not Even Samuel. Adam Respected Me Enough To Act On My Suspicions. It Meant A Lot.

This World Has Need Of Song And Sword.

I Was Going To Fight Vampires, And My Name Wasn't Buffy--i Was So Screwed.

Love Is Not Necessary For Sex.

You Should Be Home Sleeping. What Is The Use Of Having A Man In The House, If He Cannot Take Care Of You For A While?” “mmm,” I Said. “i Give Up. What's The Use Of Having A Man In The House?