stake

. __ove doesn__ please itself by seeking revenge. Love sacrifices itself for the good of others.

In choosing a hypothesis there is no virtue in being timid. I clearly would have been burned at the stake in another age.

Seriously, I __e got to know if I need to protect you from people running with pencils." ~ Laney

Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.__et go of me!_ I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn__ in total danger of falling again.See, here__ the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I__ come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasn__ as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one."That__ what I was supposed to say. . ._ he gasped out.Those were his last words.