“Jack grabbed Phil's arm to teleport back to Romatech.Phil muttered a curse. "If you say one word about this to the other guys, I will stake you in your sleep.""Don't worry, sweetheart. If they find out about this, I'll stake myself.”

“Elora: "If you bite me, I'll stake you."Baka: "If I bite you, I'll stake myself.”

“Are you armed?" Oliver asked her.She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. "No.""Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself."Claire swallowed. "Uh, yeah.""With what?""Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution."He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. "What, no grenade launchers?""Would they work?""I choose not to comment.”

“Damon: Come back as a vampire and I will stake you myself cause I can't stand the idea of you hating me forever.Elena: Witches are supposed to maintain the balance of nature. It's your duty to them. To keep this curse sealed.”

“I worried about enjoying myself around these guys. Worried about turning into one of them.”

“My cheek stung and throbbed. I remained on the floor of the cave. Belen stood between me and Kerrick. "...temper in check. She's a sweet girl," Belen said. "She's a healer, Belen. And no longer a girl. Healing Ryne is all I care about. All you should care about, as well. You know-" "Yes, I know what's at stake." Belen spat the words. "But if you raise your hand to her again, I'll rip your arm from its socket.”