What Were You Two Doing Last Night,

You Can't Trust A Vampire, Trust Me

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

"and You're Worried, Not Because You're Headed To Meet A Houseful Of Vampires, But Because You Think Those Vampires Won't Approve Of You, Correct?” “that's Right,” I Answered Immediately, Hiding My Surprise At His Casual Use Of The Word. He Shook His Head. “you're Incredible."

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.

I'd Rather Die Than Be With Anyone But You.