I was 17 years old when I was killed by a vampire”-Ruby Kennedy from My Handsome Vampire.
I bow to no one.
You could run, and I could stay to fend them off,” the vampire offered. “For some reason, I feel amazingly refreshed.” He swung an amused look at Declan that made him grind his teeth. “And it seems I’m quite handy against them.”–
–Natalya tossed away her busted TEP-C. “So, Lothaire, you’re going to fight them out of the blackness of your heart?
When he whispered my name, that’s when I knew- this was how death felt.
It goes so fast, he thought, they don’t tell you that, how fast it goes…
Simple and predictable seem pretty darn tantalizing when you’re a witch.
Lately, I’ve wished for a lot of things to be the way they were. Gone are my lust
for the macabre and the sweetly sinful fantasies of meeting a vampire. Something
about unconscious people slumped against the dark leather of the booths at
crimson made it less sexy.
Why would you want to live forever alone? The tribes are needed because it is a family. And a mate is also needed. You need someone to… stay in the darkness with you, because in that darkness, if you have love, that person could be your own personal light. That person could be your heaven.
Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?
No one stays the same, David. Everything you are is a direct result of something that’s affected you in your past, whether it was horrible or wonderful — no one has the right to destroy themselves because they can’t deal with the pain. You have to learn from it. It’s not over–the good in your life–it’s not over until your dead.
…I could feel what was left of my soul just slipping away as I fed on that girl until she was totally and completely drained.