Quotes About Vampire

Oh, right." Gregori snorted. "What's he supposed to do, waltz into a dental office and say, 'Excuse me, I'm a vampire and I lost a fang in the neck of a sex toy.' They're not going to line up to help him.

Freemont grimaced. "If I was a vampire, I'd miss fried chicken. And waffles.

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.

Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron...

Double damn. I was a harlot. I was a freaking vampire hussy.

Death and blood didn't turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.

Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten —until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It's hard to be scared of someone after you've French-kissed him.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Rynn Cormel had run the world during the Turn, his living charisma somehow crossing the boundaries of death to give his undead existence an uncanny mimicry of life. Every move was a careful study of causality. It was highly unusual for so young an undead vampire to be so good at mimicking having a soul. I figured it was because he was a politician and had had practice way before he died.

Listen to me, you broken-fanged, moss-wiped excuse for a back-drafted blood bag!" Jenks said, a silver-edged red dust slipping from him.

Nina looked up, her eyes fixing on mine with such ferocity I could almost see the undead vampire in them. There is something under here, she said, and I shivered. Yeah, we know, dirt nap, Jenks said. Rachel already told us.

Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.

Silly little vamp, afraid of her feelings.

The woman glanced at Nina as if for support, but the vampire was stifling a laugh, badly.

I fail to share your optimism about our intrinsic worth to a master vampire," I said

Humanity had steadfastly kept control of the mail system, and even Piscary would think twice about leaning on an overworked employee who might snap and go postal. There were some things even a vampire wouldn't mess with.

I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn't think about it too hard.

Alfred Dreyfus had been a scapegoat because he was at once a Jew and a vampire.

I'm a five-hundred-year-old born vampire with an ever-expanding wardrobe, a serious cosmetics addiction, and enough outstanding Visa charges to fund a small third-world country.

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.

What is he?" "I can't puzzle it out. He doesn't have horns, pointed ears—or apparently a need to eat. He does have small fangs, but he also sports a tan line." "You checked? Natalya, you durrrty bitch." "Hey, I had to determine if he was a blood sucker or not. Now I don't know what to think.

Finally the vampire released him with another groan, sitting back on his haunches. Your blood is steeped in power. Running his tongue over a fang, he said, Among other things. I believe I might be high. But I like it.

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister! She briefly covered her mouth. He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private. Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.

What's your name?" "What do you want it to be?" "Are you a vampire?" "Not the last time I checked.