Quotes About Blood

I stared at my Master. Never had I seen him so lovely as now when he was flushed with this new blood. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to go into his arms. His eyes were drunken and soft as he looked at me. But he broke off his seductive stare and went back to the table, and around it properly, and stood beside the man who had feasted on the joint.

It was a bold and proud immortal who looked at me, a blood drinker who demanded that the world at last give him some quarter, an aberrant being of immense power who insisted he might have a place among the human beings which he had in former times been one.

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

After every feeding, I am embraced by him, and blood is drawn from me into him by a thousand infinitesimal wounds, strengthening the image him, and binding to his presence a soft fragrance which Goblin never had before. With each passing month, Goblin becomes stronger and his assaults on me more prolonged.

I could feel my blood rush towards my Master, towards his thirst, and my inevitable death.

For her life, she dispatched her victims. For my life, I drank human blood.

What am I, child? Sometimes I think I know not. And sometimes I think I know only too well. Study in my absence. Waste nothing. And I'll be back to you before you know the hour. And then we'll speak of Blood Kisses and secrets and meantime tell no one that you belong to me.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

His face was all the more bright from the blood he'd drunk. Indeed the color was even now, and radiant overall, and his hair seemed all the fairer against his blushing skin. A tiny spider's web of veins lived within each of his eyes, not detracting one jot from their awesome lustrous beauty.

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrols with the smell of his youthful flesh.

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrils with the smell of his youthful flesh.

I knew that I could do anything I wanted with him. There was no force between Heaven and Hell that could stop me. And I did not need a Satan to tell me that I could bring him over to me and educate his within the Blood.

Hmmm, very good," he said. "All my companions are of the best blood." "You're telling me," said my Master. I couldn't rip my eyes off him, off his changing face. It seemed now his cheeks did darken, or maybe it was only their curve as he smiled. His lips were rosy. "And I'm not finished, Amadeo," he whispered. "I've only begun.

Oh, to think this burnt body had within it the blood of tears.

Where was Goblin? I felt an aching loneliness for him. I felt the emptiness of the night air. He was waiting for me to hunt, waiting for the fresh blood. But I had no intention of hunting tonight, even though I was faintly hungry.

It was not a easy thing to love her so terribly and not taste of her soul through her blood.

He was dying, no matter what his visions had told him, and no slight tender kiss of blood could save him now.

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

Beautiful Marius," he said, as if he were far older than I would ever be. "Beautiful Marius who gave me Venice. Beautiful Marius, give me the Blood.

No bastaba eso para seducirla sin contemplaciones, para forzarla a aceptar la sangre vampírica y luego decir: 'No, tesoro, no te he arrebatado la vida, si no que te ofrezco una eternidad conmigo'?

Amadeo," I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth, "what was your name in that lost land?" Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him. "Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future.

Daniel himself had no use for the world, and had come to me hungering for our Dark Blood, his brain swimming with macabre, grotesque tales which Louis de Pointe du Lac had told him.

What had shaped his vision of her? It had been the thoughts of the blood drinkers who had gathered around her council table.

The thirst rose in me. The thirst clouded my eyes. I tasted blood as though I were already drinking it, and I felt the abysmal and desperate emptiness I always feel before a feast. Nothing will ever fill you. Nothing will ever make this abominable hunger go away.