I know I'm not safe, living with vampires. One of them has little control over his bloodlust, the second of them is stronger than a football player on steriods, and the last is in love with me. It's a recipe for disaster, and I've always had a feeling we were just a ticking time bomb, waiting, till one day it would explode. I'd just always hoped that day would never come, and we'd be fine. The whole time I was with them, i fooled myself into believing the delusion of calm that had formed, fooled myself into believing everything was perfect. I was wrong. So, so wrong.