Quotes About Vampire

I'm an immortal, hundred-year-old vampire.

Kate, Lucern interrupted. What? she asked warily. I do not need blood. He tugged her off balance and into his lap. All I need is you.

I've lost my mind, Alex muttered, grabbing her knives again and stomping back across the kitchen. I woke up this morning a boring little chef on planet earth, and somehow ended up in the Twilight Zone as a third-rate stand-in for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Have you talked to her? What would you have had me say Bastien? Oh, I'm sorry Inez. I didn't mean to bite you, my fangs slipped.

She nodded, but Tiny was still holding her arm, and he asked uncertainly, Are you sure you want to do this, Beau? It sounds painful. Not as painful as the turn, she said solemnly. And I'd go through this and a lot more to keep you as my life mate.

And you can't let him shake and bake Nicholas." Thomas rolled his eyes. "It's staked and baked, Jo. We aren't pork chops.

vampire hours of rest between dawn and noon.

Sadie)I'm not judging you, Dylan. I love vampire movies. If I looked surprised it was only because it's so different from your TV work, that's all. His shoulders relaxed a notch. Sorry. Olly gives me a lot of shit for selling out. He doesn't get that no one is ever going to make his movie about two old men on a fishing trip. Or, even if they do, no one is every going to go see it.

Oh, I can find Matt anywhere. I have perfect Matt-dar. I used to be able to spot him across campus in a group of a thousand. I'm like Edward sniffing out Bella. I'm a vampire. I can smell him in any room.

Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire? Um, maybe?

Lace: Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire? Cal: Um, maybe?

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

No boyfriend," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. Have I mentioned my total lack of social life? Having a dream about Alex last night was the closest thing I'd had to a date in months and that was only a dream and it was about a guy who was undead. Admittedly very sexy, but still completely undead. Although I have heard that vampire sex is supposed to be pretty damn good.

The skin of the boy's neck tasted foul, bitter with ingrained filth. The hot pulse of blood laced the foulness, drawing the vampire on until the skin broke and fluid burst onto his tongue. Crystal sweetness. A ruby light that out-dazzled the battle flares, the two-edged ecstasy of feeding: a compulsion so strong that it almost sickened. Wrong to take pleasure in this death, impossible not to... The vampire closed his eyes in bliss as he drank, but the bitter taste remained.

I like to get one pair of shoes and wear them till they're dirty. Besides, I don't walk - I glide, like butter. Float like a vampire. I'm like Louis Vuitton, but smoother. He wishes he were like me.

I'm a professional non-fiction reader, that's what I do. But in my 20s we had our own vampire and witch moment, courtesy of Anne Rice, whose books I read and loved.

I'd studied 16th century science and magic. I thought it was strange that people were interested in the same kinds of things my research was about. The more I thought about it, the more intriguing it became and pretty soon I was writing a novel about a reluctant witch and a 1500-year-old vampire.

I was watching 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch' - the episode where Sabrina and her friend make a vampire movie for college. I wanted to see if it would be fun to make a horror movie.

If you had watched any of those three wonderful films, you would have caught Vampire Gym Teacher # 2: Back to Cruel, where the vampire hunter ties a vampire chick to the shower and tortures her by turning on the water. They can"t stand water, even if it"s not holy water.

Of course. I'm the vampire, right? Just keep Matthew occupied so Nurse Feratu can do her thing.

Language, like the mouths that hold and release it, is wet & living, each   word is wrinkled with age, swollen with other words, with blood, smoothed by the numberless flesh tongues that have passed across it.   Your language hangs around your neck, a noose, a heavy necklace; each word is empire, each word is vampire and mother.

they lurk passively, like vampire sheep

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt