“…“What the hell happened? I keep replaying everything and returning to the point where you held a dead man’s head in your hand and a sharp bloody knife in the other. That wasn’t the Katie I knew from college.”

“…“What the hell happened? I keep replaying everything and returning to the point where you held a dead man’s head in your hand and a sharp bloody knife in the other. That wasn’t the Katie I knew from college.”

“I want to pick up a few other items at the house,” Jules said as Katie stepped around the car. “I still have my roller skates and yours in my closet.”Katie opened the door and paused, staring at Jules.“What?” Jules asked.“Are you serious? Our lives are in danger and you want to get our roller skates?”

“One woman against two bloodsuckers. This I got to see.”

“Emotions are destructive, Ms. Dillinger. One of two things will happen to you. You will either be hurt and wish you were dead, or you will end up dead.” Katie stopped in front of the next cooler and checked inside. “I’m human. What am I supposed to do? Just…be?” “Welcome to the world.”

“One day you’re a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.”“Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?”

“There are details about your life I really do not want to know about. You told me he taught you how to fight with weapons, but I guess I never…” “Put two and two together?” Katie grinned. “That’s not like you, detective Jules.” “I know. I guess I overlooked the gory details. Blood and guts have never been my forte. I like action. Give me Mission Impossible and CSI, but leave out the gruesome details.” They stopped upon reaching the entrance to the barn. “Roller skating disco lover turns FBI crime scene investigator. I think there’s a book waiting to be written for you.”

“I knew I was a little different from most demons but nothing says freak of nature like a one-eyed gypsy saying I had a rainbow glow. It just didn't sound complimentary.”