We Take Everything For Granted, But When

He Tilted His Head To The Side, Still Watching Me In That Same, Disconcerting Way. “some Things Are True, Drunk Or Sober. You Should Know That. You Deal In Facts All The Time.” “yeah, But This Isn’t—” I Couldn’t Argue With Him Looking At Me Like That. “i Have To Go. Wait… You Didn’t Take The Cross.” I Held It Out To Him. He Shook His Head. “keep It. I Think I’ve Got Something Else To Help Center My Life.

Christian's Family Lived Under The Shadow Cast By His Parents. They Had Purposely Become Striogi, Trading Thier Magic And Mortality To Become Immortal And Subsist On Killing Others. His Parents Were Dead Now, But That Didn't Stop People From Not Trusting Him. They Seemed To Think He'd Go Strigoi At Any Moment And Take Everyone Else With Him. His Abrasiveness And Dark Sence Of Humor Didn't Really Help Things, Either.

There’s A Big Difference Between Death Threats And Love Letters–even If The Person Writing The Death Threats Still Claims To Actually Love You. Of Course, Considering I Once Tried To Kill Someone I Loved, Maybe I Had No Right To Judge.

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.

So. Are You Guys Here To Convert Me Or Sell Me Siding?