Quotes About Vampire

When I was a wee little kid, I used to watch 'Dark Shadows' all the time, so I was a Barnabas Collins fan.

You have Vampire Weekend who have more African references musically than most African-American artists.

I saw a picture of Max Schreck as Count Orlok in a book in my elementary school and I lost my mind.

Elliot? Your vampire's name is Elliot? What's his last name?' 'I don't know. He's never said. But even Elliot might not be his real name.' 'Why would anyone make up a name like that?

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.

All the best, Sydney P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite." "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Is he... is Dimitri a Strigoi?" Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.

Little Dhampir

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.

P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

Good God," I said. "This is the most stereotypical vampire food ever." "Only if it was raw. What do you think?" "It's good," I said reluctantly. Who knew that bacon would have made all the difference? "Really good. I think you have a promising future as a housewife while Lissa works and makes millions of dollars." "Funny, that's exactly my dream.

Sydney Katherine Sage," he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. "Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being his wife?

I took a deep breath and said: "I fell in love with a vampire." And like that, I was blinded by light.

I'd have to kill Dimitri for real this time and lose any chance I might have to bring back my prince. Damn. It's a good thing I work well under pressure.

Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.

What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.

Happy Birthday." Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him.

Oh, man. You're him. The cute and brooding vampire boyfriend." "She said I was cute and brooding?" I asked. "Never mind. Why can't I reach her? Where is she?

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?" He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?

Setting out around midnight, I couldn't help shaking my head, "We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever." I muttered.