Quotes About Protection

Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño —dice el niño con voz ronca y medio dormida—. Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño y cayendo. —Déjate caer —le susurra él—. Yo estoy aquí para vigilarte. —¿Soy un fantasma, Simón?

V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?" Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body. "We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered.

Your hands on a gun butt right now, isn't it? Afraid of me?" "Just want to make sure I can take care of you." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, in case you need Glock-to-mouth-resuscitation.

Go 'head. Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse. - Zsadist

Maybe I could do it. Darius shot him a dry look. You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend. Tohrment winced. Good point. And then she'll come looking for me. Both males shuddered.

Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive. Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are. -Butch and Marissa

You will not live through this if she does not

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. Stay out of this. This one's mine. The shit was done faster than you can say, Ninja Dad . Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega.

Oddly, she felt safe... as if the patient would protect her because of the vow he'd given her, and Red Sox would do the same because of his bond with the patient. Where the hell was the logic in that, she wondered. Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK. The patient leaned down to her ear. I can't see you as the cheerleader type. But you're right, we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you.

Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

You're like your mahmen ," he whispered. "You make the world go away for me

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you're standing on. You get blood on it and I'll have Fritz so far up my ass I'll be coughing on his hankie.

I do not crave this But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.

But isn't it... ugly? No. Not to me. She pressed a kiss to his chest. It's fearsome and terrifying and powerful and awe-inspiring. And if anyone ever tried to get at me, that thing would wipe out a neighborhood. How could a girl not be charmed? Besides, after seeing those lessers in action, I'm grateful for it. I feel safe. Between you and the dragon, I don't have to worry. (Rhage & Mary)

V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~

In the Old Language, she hissed, If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.

The Brother's eyes narrowed. But here's something to keep in mind. You ever hurt him on purpose and I will consider you my enemy.

You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself. -Xhex, Lover Mine.

Even the powerful needed protection sometimes.

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.