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Tonight I had some silly girl tell me that “newborns cannot be made without permission”. As if whatever weird vampire society she comes from has say over every last one of us, regardless of blood. You know what? I’m makin’ newborns. And Hell hounds. And nobody—NOBODY—is gonna have a say in that except me and the person I’m bringing over. How dare that bitch interrupt my thoughts on Michael and Star to nag me about a set of ethics that don’t even apply to me? I don’t know who these sparkly, yellow-eyed vamps think they are, but they do not dictate terms for the rest of us! Goddamn. I guess I shouldn’t have expected them all to be like Blackbird.
I killed and drank twice before I could calm down. I had been mourning Starr and Mike and she just came up, figured out I was a vampire and decided to lecture me on my regrets on not turning them. What the fuck? Where the fuck did she get off?
I don’t need anyone’s permission to make a family. To make sure I’m not alone anymore. NO ONE’S. I’ve been free since Max died. People who can’t handle that need to stay the FUCK out of my business.
I killed and drank twice before I could calm down. I had been mourning Starr and Mike and she just came up, figured out I was a vampire and decided to lecture me on my regrets on not turning them. What the fuck? Where the fuck did she get off?
I don’t need anyone’s permission to make a family. To make sure I’m not alone anymore. NO ONE’S. I’ve been free since Max died. People who can’t handle that need to stay the FUCK out of my business.
