And if you don't come back from the dorm, I'm the one who has to Michael how I let you go off and get yourself killed like a dumbass. First rule of horror movies, C. - never split up.
And if you don't come back from the dorm, I'm the one who has to Michael how I let you go off and get yourself killed like a dumbass. First rule of horror movies, C. - never split up.
Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.
Because you know, I'm your best friend, but you're just not that badass, man.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something.
Hold on, Claire Bear! Next stop, Crazytown!
Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane
Just who are you planning to call? Ghostbusters?
He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.
No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.
Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.
Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.
Michael held me when I got inside, because I was shaking all over. That felt so good. Warm all the way down. Did I mention Michael's feet? They're all the way sexy, and he's always barefoot - he hates shoes. I wish he hated pants and shirts, too.
Right. That's the end of the line for you tonight. You're going home, I'm seeing you safe inside, and I'm going home to hide in a closet until this blows over. I suggest you do the same.
See? My plans don't all suck. Just most of them.
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
Unless you want to hang a This Vein for Rent sign around your neck, move already!
Your education or your life, Claire. I'd rather you be alive and a little bit dumber.
Yeah, she was hot, all right, but I think she had the hots for you - kept saying how she saw you over at the Waterhouse last year and you were all, like, wow, amazing. It was like a menage a trois, only you weren't there, thank God.
She was poison in a pretty bottle.
Damn, girl. You space so hard, you ought to look into a career at NASA.
Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve
Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver's problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?
You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane
You never heard ofplugging her in ? My God, Myrnin, you made a vampire computer?
And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.
You're just full of awesome; did you know that?
Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini,
Maybe I should, I don't know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don't want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
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