Kill Me, Doug. Just Kill Me Now.

Are We Going To New Orleans?" "no", She Said, Backing Out Of The Spot. "we're Going To West Virginia." "i Assume By 'west Virginia,' You Actually Mean 'hawaii,'" I Said. "or Some Place Equally Exciting.

And Than Suddenly He Was There, Charging Down The Hallway Like Death In A Cowboy Duster.

Surely I Must Be A Princess In An Enchanted Sleep. Any Day Now, This Dream-no, Nightmare Would End, And I’d Get My Prince And Happy Ending.

No One Had Ever Called Me Unnatural Before, Except For The Time I Put Ketchup On A Taco. But Seriously, We'd Been Out Of Salsa, So What Else Was I Supposed To Do?

You're Burned Into My Mind Forever. There Is Nothing, Nothing In This World That Will Ever Change That." And It Was Memories Like That That Made It So Hard To Comprehend This Quest To Kill Him, Even If He Was A Strigoi. Yet...at The Same Time I Had To Destroy Him. I Needed To Remember Him As The Man Who'd Loved Me And Held Me In Bed. I Needed To Remember That That Man Would Not Want To Stay A Monster.