Quotes About Vampires

Everything about his relationship with Shea had gone wrong. He had inadvertently brought her over without her knowledge or consent. He had not even helped her through the difficult process. Worse, he had abused her whenever his mind fragmented. And now, to add to his long list of sins, he had viciously, joyously eliminated an enemy using her as his guide. He wasn't very good at being a husband.

His hand brushed her throat, the raw, ragged wounds and bruises that refused to heal. Without proper blood and the rejuvenating sleep of their people, her body could not heal itself. Look at you, what I have done to you. And I cannot guard you, as I must, as is my duty. I am of little use to you. Shea tugged at his hair, a tiny punishment. "I don't know, Jacques, you're more than adequate at giving orders.

Do not go near those people. Stay in your room. I will sleep through the day. You rest, and I will come for you in the evening." "Very ambitious of you." Gently she pushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I think you'll be in bed for a while." "Carpathians heal quickly.

He is the most knowledgeable in all the ancient and modern arts. He is the most lethal and the most relentless. He is the hunter of all vampires." "And he's ancient enough and solitary enough to turn at any moment, right? Makes me feel really secure. And you forced me to drink his blood. That is going to take a long time to forgive.

Gary turned his face away to hide a smile. Vampires seemed to have women problems, too.

For the first time in centuries of living, Mikhail was forced to rely on another being. Gregori. The dark one. A royal pain in the neck. I read your thoughts, my friend.

If what you suspect is true, perhaps we need to conduct a search for likely candidates. We could take out single ads in newspapers across the world for all Carpathians." "Your woman would like that," Gregori agreed.

Contact the others, Jacques, tell them what's going on." "I think you just want to get out of this cave. You would rather face a vampire and human killers than a few little bats.

A greenish mist streamed through cracks in the fallen wall, shimmered for a moment as it swept through the room. Gregori kept his body positioned between the mist and his prince, facing the mist. Vampires often had lesser ones to serve them, new to the world of vampire and unable yet to fend completely for themselves. The mist began to form into a human frame, and Byron faced Gregori, staring at the fallen prince. "Who has done this? And who is the one buried beneath the rocks?

And don't you ever turn into a bat." She shuddered. "Or a rat." "We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love," he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. "You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

Give her my blood. It is potent, like Mikhail's, and he grows weak trying to breathe for her and keep her heart going." "You are tired, Gregori," Jacques protested. "There are others." "Not with my blood. Do as I say." Gregori seated himself calmly and watched as a needle was inserted into his vein. No one argued with Gregori; he was a law unto himself. Only Mikhail could truly call him friend or command him.

You can't see yourself biting someone's neck, is that it?" Raven laughed softly. "I can't do it either. Yuck. Well…" She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. "Mikhail has a way of making it…" She trailed off. Shea found herself blushing, too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.

We will sleep here in the sleeping chamber where we will be safe. We have lifetimes for you to conquer your fears." She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling closer against his chest, allowing her long lashes to sweep down. Mikhail held her close to him, waiting until she was asleep before sending her into the deeper sleep of their kind. Only then did he allow himself to follow.

Our males are of the darkness. Without our women, the other half of ourselves to provide the light, we become truly the vampires of the human legends.

Inside, I was like: Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter!

Abby to Tommy and Jody who are hugging] So I'm like, Cold-faced killers on the clock, bitches, we don't have time for your bonery right now. --The Chronicles of Abby Normal

You can't prove a negative. I can't prove there are no such thing as vampires any more than you can prove you're not a lesbian.

There's nothing to read into. I'm just here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.

You didn't feed from her," he said, and this was not a question. "Swill poison? Not my kind of fun, little brother." One corner of Stefan's mouth quirked up. He made no response to this, but simply looked at Damon with eyes that were... knowing. Damon bridled. "I told the truth!" "Going to take it up as a hobby?

Blood mattered. Damon mattered. Even if i wished he didn't.

Why don't you sparkle?" -"Because I live in the real world, where vampires burst into flames.

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.

Look, Simon, Luke thinks you should tell your mom. You can't hide it from her forever." "I can damn well try." "Think about Luke," she said desperately. "You can still live a normal life." "And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I foresee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin pina colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.