Quotes About Vampire

Sookie: Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you. Eric: Darling, you can nail my ass anytime, he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. You two, she said. Hey this isn't any of my doing, I said, which wasn't entirely true. But it was a good exit line, and I took advantage of it to leave the bar.

May I search it? she asked. We screen for weapons. I stared at her, always a risky thing to do to a vampire. Of course not. I have no weapons.

Half of me (pathetically) wanted to let him know I'd kept the faith; half of me wanted to get in the toolshed and sharpen me some stakes.

You have a vampire living in your basement, and you're stunned by a talking cat?

You've reached Fangtasia, where the undead live again every night...For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to a live person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you. -Pam

It's not enough that we have to handle our own race's problems, Claude said. Now we're sucked into the fucking vampire struggles, too. No, I said, feeling I was walking uphill in this conversation. You as a group weren't sucked into the vampire struggles. One of you was taken for a specific purpose. Different scenario.

I'd always been leery of Eric, but I'd appreciated his mischief, his single-mindedness, and his flair. If you could a vampire had jois de vivre, Eric had it in spades. -Sookie

Their backs were to me, and the vampire hadn't seen me yet I loosened the coiled chain so a good three feet of it swung free. Who to attack first? They were both small and vicious. I remembered Mack's contemptuous dismissal and the fact that he never left me a tip. Mack first.

Oh, I took some night school courses in psychology," said Bill Compton, vampire.

Shall we stay out here, so we won't wake your friends? It was news to me that our conversation was going to last that long. Apparently, Bill hadn't come over just to borrow a cup of blood.

Was this a bad thing for a Christian to be doing? Probably. On the other hand, it had never occurred to me to ask the Methodist minister if he had a ritual in place to sever a blood bond between a woman and a vampire.

The vampire changed the music from some heavy metal thing to Sarah Mc-Lachlan's "Good Enough," which is slow, but with a beat.

Someone was stretched out beside me; it was the vampire. I could see his glow. I could feel his tongue moving on my head. He was licking my head wound. I could hardly begrudge him.

For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.

In its timeless capacity to embody the human condition, the vampire is a poignant metaphor describing the psychosocial experience of the pariah - the outsider. The vampire is the Other that used to be human. The diseased, the mentally challenged, the homeless and hungry, ......are all vampires in a way; the other who used to be human, the invisible who casts no reflection among us.

Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth?

No one likes a soused vampire!

One of the lessons Deanna Campbell tried very hard to instill in her daughter was that a hunter's best weapon wasn't a shotgun. Nor was it holy water. It wasn't even a Claymore that killed a vampire, a demon, or a family of ghouls.

What do you make of him?" I asked Elizabeth. "Apart from the fact he's clearly insane?" "What can he learn from Konrad's blood?" I said. "Except that he needs it in his body to live!" "There is something ghoulish about it." "He's like a vampyre

But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I might be a vampire so I don't give a shit. I'll heal

And if she'd been able to choose her options a few hours ago, being trapped in a dead vampire's private study with an angry Fae would not have been one of them.

Well, the gentleman was a vampire," Vale agreed, "so it would fit certain scheming aspects of his character—even though one should probably not speak ill of the undead.

Definitely an undead, but not as undead as a vampire. Perhaps she was just mostly undead.