I Hate Not Knowing What I Did."

Finally, I Drew In A Long Breath. It Was Noisy And Painful And Just Heaven.

If This Was The Lord Of The Rings And I Had A Smart British Voice Like Cate Blanchett, I Could Tell You The Background Of The Events Of That Fall In A Really Suspenseful Way. And You’d Be Straining To Hear The Rest.

Woo Woo, Secret Vampire Stuff!

Though I Was Standing In Front Of A Mirror, I Wasn't Really Seeing My Reflection. I Was Seeing, Very Clearly, That—at The Moment—i Was All In The World That Eric Could Think Of As His Own. I Had Better Not Fail Him.

Okay," I Said. "i'd Hoped To Avoid This, But... Bill, I Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." Bill Began Walking Backward To The Door, A Helpless Look On His Face, And My Brush Still In His Hand. Eric Grinned At Him Triumphantly. "eric," I Said, And His Smile Faded. "i Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." And Backward He Went, Out My Door And Off My Porch. The Door Slammed Shut Behind (or Maybe In Front Of?) Them.