Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.

Oh, please, Vincent. We’re in the middle of a major tourist site. Père Lachaise cemetary is practically Disneyland for the Dead. It’s not some Buffy soundstage with vampires rising out of the ground every time...

I really can’t say,” he responded in his formal nineteenth-century style. Can’t, or won’t? I thought.

We stood in the graveyard, among the tombstones, forty-some dead people and me. A couple of my fellow funeral-goers had even been in their own coffins, deep under several feet of French soil.

Bearing my mother’s face was a daily reminder that I could be as strong as she had been. And fighting for what I wanted most in life was the best way to keep her alive...

And I’ve got THIS,” I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, “that says I’m kindred. And I’ve got THIS,” I pointed at my head, “that says I’m as smart...

Actually, don’t answer that. Of course you are. I wouldn’t be so totally into you if you weren’t.

The day I stop seeing you as one of the strongest people I know is the day I wake up human.

Flirt” qualified as a foreign language, my sister and Ambrose would both have PhDs in it.

A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting with dead guys.