Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!

Dmitri Was At A Total Loss. It Was A Common Reaction For People When I Agreed To Do Something Reasonable.

You, Know I'm The Queen's Favorite Great Nephew, Well, Yeah I'm Her Only Great Nephew, But That's Not Important, I'd Still Be Her Favorite.

It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed With Sugar And Coffee Flavor.

Oh," He Said, Knocking A Red Ball Into A Hole. "it's You." "you Were Expecting Someone Else?" I Asked. "am I Interrupting Your Social Calender?" I Made A Big Show Of Glancing Around The Empty Room. "i Don't Want To Keep You From The Mob Of Fans Beating Down Your Door." "hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It's Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.

It Matters To Me. That's What You Don't Get. You Can't Understand. You Can't Understand What It's Like Knowing What I Did. That Whole Time Being Strigoi...it's Like A Dream Now, But It's One I Remember Clearly. There Can Be No Forgiveness For Me. And What Happened With You? I Remember That Most Of All. Everything I Did. Everything I Wanted To Do.