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

Sydney Spent A Lot Of Time On My Bed These Days. Unfortunately, It Wasn't With Me.

What's Up?" Christian Asked. "need Some Hairstyling Tips?" "tips You Stole From Me? No Thanks. But I Hear You've Got A Really Good Bacon Meatloaf Recipe." It Was Worth It Then And There To See His Complete And Total Surprise. "since When Do You Cook?" He Finally Managed To Stammer. "oh, You Know. I'm A Renaissance Man. I Do It All. Send It If You've Got It, And I'll Give It A Try. I'll Let You Know If I Make Any Improvements." His Smirk Returned. "are You Trying To Impress A Girl?" "with Cooking?" I Pointed At My Face. "this Is All It Takes, Ozera.

Is He... Is Dimitri A Strigoi?" Mason Hesitated Only A Moment, Like He Was Afraid To Answer Me, And Then—he Nodded. My Heart Shattered. My World Shattered.

I Can't Shut My Brain Off. It's Like A Hamster Wheel." ~ Justin

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.