Quotes from Mari Mancusi

I was dying, I realized vaguely. There was no getting out of that. The vampire author would be drained dry by a vampire. It was almost a poetic way to go.

Ugh. Don't even get me started. It's like teachers think we have nothing better to do with our lives than to come home and do more schoolwork.) [SirLeo] (It's coz they're old and have no lives and want to punish those who do.)

I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.

Self-employed - which was even better. After all, I had the best boss in the world. Even if she was a bit of a Tyrant (Iduna)

You're the only one here with your own fan club

Suddenly, out of nowhere, some random old guy grabs me on the arm and starts dragging me into a side corridor. "You must come with me," he says in an urgent voice.

Mr. Teifert's practically ancient – at least forty, I'd say – and so not sexy or cute or Australian.

Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires.

So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?

I never said becoming the slayer would be a field trip to a Justin Bieber concert.

I'd so rather be a living snack than dead meat.

You know, being bitten by a vampire one week before prom really sucks. No pun intended.

Now Sunny, don't get mad, but …" Rayne begins, her voice trembling. I shoot her an angry glare. "But WHAT, Rayne?" "I, uh, think you've accidentally been turned into a vampire.

I can barely breathe. I feel like I'm going to explode. Jake Wilder is kissing me. French-kissing me. Is he even supposed to be French-kissing me for the play? I thought… Oh, who cares if he's supposed to or not. He is, that's all that matters.

Roses are red. Blood is too…

Turning into a vampire is bad enough – I don't need to flunk out of school on top of it.

You are my blood mate," he says simply, finding my hand and squeezing it with his own. "I would die for you." Gah! A little warning before the touching would be nice. Mainly so I can resist the overwhelming urge to morph into a jiggly pile of Jell-O, thank you very much. "You'd … die… for me?"" I manage to choke out. I've got to lighten the mood here. "Technically aren't you already dead?

All the better to bite you, my dear!

Why be a vampire if you aren't going to take advantage of the basic wardrobe?

Hi, my name is Sunny and I'm a bloodoholic.

Fangs and Kisses!

It's just a party, right? What could possibly go wrong?

For all I know, the guy is Dracula.

As I walk down the halls of Oakridge High, dressed in a black lacy Lolita dress, fishnets, and platform boots, swinging my Beetlejuice lunchbox, I wonder if this really was such a good idea.