Shhiva

"What did you do to this?" He asked in a horrorstruck voice.
"It didn't want to come out of the dashboard."
"So you felt the need to torture it?"
"You know how I am with tools. No pain was inflicted intentionally."
He shook his head, his face a mask of faux tragedy."You killed it."





"I already know how strong you are. You didn't have to break the furniture."






"Why am I covered in feathers?"
"I bit a pillow. Or two."



"You are bizarrely moral for a vampire."