Mari Mancusi, Stake That

"Where have you been" I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know I care. But I'm too sick to be strong, kick ass Rayne at the moment."Vegas" he says. I raise an eyebrows. "Uh, okay. Win anything" I can't believe he was off gambling as I lay dying. I mean, I know poker is hot and all, but couldn't he have waited a couple of days for that straight flush"I got what I went for, if that's what you mean."What, a lap dance"He chuckes. "Even sick, you're still funny, Rayne."

"OMG, RAYNE! THAT’S SO CRAZYPANTS! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OF ALL PEOPLE ARE NOW THE SLAYER! YOU’RE LIKE SOME SUPERHERO OR SOMETHING! DO YOU GET POWERS LIKE BUFFY? AND MORE IMPORTANT, DO U GET TO HOOK UP WITH SPIKE? YUM!"

"I’d so rather be a living snack than dead meat."

"SPIDER: I guess you’ve got a point. RAYNIEDAY: No, I’ve got a stake, LOL."

"And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips."

"Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all."

"Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice in Wonderland would say…"

"Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires."

"So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?"

"I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert."

"Once bitten, totally smitten."