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The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, The Laughing Corpse
You're a vampire?""Yes.""So what does that make me, your victim?""You're clearly not as dumb as you look.
— John    Hennessy, Murderous Little Darlings
Then, in a whisper, Sam said, “I met someone else.” Just like that, Darcy's world melted and distorted into something she no longer recognized. His words hung like poison in the air, and she held her breath, afraid to breathe it in.
— D.A. Rhine, Vampires of the Chesapeake: Kian MacTiernan
Perhaps it was because his life as a human had been so happy and his life since becoming a vampire had been so lonely that Kian clung to any shred of humanity left in him.
— D.A. Rhine, Vampires of the Chesapeake: Kian MacTiernan
Hazed by pleasure, Nix still had to know. This could be his last chance. “Nikolai,” he said thickly. “Tell me about Nikolai.”Roark’s hand drifted down over Nix’s pale torso. He eyed Nix wryly. “You have his persistence,” he allowed wryly. His eyes flickered on Nix’s hot face. Everything hidden behind them even as he spoke. “Very well. He was a genius. He was a … thug. He was night and day. He could be kindness itself to a stranger, and yet the next day would bathe in that stranger’s blood. And if you tear the shirt from Henley’s back, you will doubtless find Nikolai’s name carved there. Nikolai became mine, and I his, for five hundred years.” Roark’s striking face was smooth, expressionless. Enigmatic. “They were five hundred years of heaven. Five hundred years of hell. I can tell you no more. Not right now. Is that enough?
— Jae T. Jaggart, His
It's beautiful here," Rees murmured, watching the light play upon the water before returning his gaze to her. Mrs. Hollingsworth, his newest client, turned to him and forced a stiff smile. "Yes, money can buy all kinds of beautiful things," she said without a hint of emotion.
— D.A. Rhine, Vampires of the Chesapeake: Rees Morgan
Rachel shook her head, as if casting out the memories from her mind. Something he'd been unable to do in one hundred and ninety-eight years. Memories, painful and stark, failed to retreat, instead they clung to him like a Rottweiler to a bone.
— D.A. Rhine, Vampires of the Chesapeake: Rees Morgan
It's ironic, since they're supposed to be immortal, but vampires are kind of like small businesses: half of them go down within their first year
— Alexis  Hall, Shadows & Dreams
So, basically, I have the impossible task of finding a non-smelly, drug-free virgin?
— Isabelle Rowan, Ink
This is just a phase, right? This whole bloodlust thing?
— Isabelle Rowan, Ink
Get past the hard-on, and you could feel him. I mean really feel him.
— Isabelle Rowan, Ink
You wouldn’t have anything to eat back there, would you? Vampire maintenance is fucking hungry work.
— Isabelle Rowan, Ink
He found her utterly fascinating, a nameless, homeless, naked vampire, sleeping away the day in his bed, wanted by state and federal police.
— Travis Luedke, The Nightlife San Antonio
... You make me feel as if I am a bird soaring in the sky. When you are not with me, I am bound to the ground." He touched her soft cheek. "I want you to marry me, Ruby. Will you?
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her."Ahh," he sighed. "Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange."She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared at her with large, black eyes, like those of a bird, she thought. His thin, black hair fell past his chin, making him appear delicate, almost beautiful. His lips curved to a smile."I find you just as beautiful, my dear," he said. His statement shocked her; it was as if he'd read her thoughts."Yes, I know what you think presently, but…." He paused for a moment. "Not all of them. You keep something hidden from me. Hmm, how strange. Very well. It seems you are more interesting than I first thought.""What is it that you want?" she spat out."Oh, please do not start with that nonsense," he chided. "My plans are not for you to know. However, I will assure you that now I have seen you, I plan to keep you, at least for a while.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
He gave a nod. "My future lies in your hands." "Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it," she suggested.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
His disheveled appearance could not hide his attractive qualities. And at first sight she could have sworn she'd come upon a character from one of her books¬¬—the gallant prince turned pirate. Perhaps it was his tall, strong form and unshaven face that gave him such a roguish appearance. It also wasn't hard to look into his blue eyes, which peered out from beneath his lengthy wet mop of black hair.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
I did not think you would be this impressed with my visit. I should come to see you more often.""Oh Fredrick," she said, not amused. "I am so glad to see a familiar face.""Is that all? A familiar face?" He let out a sigh. "For a minute I thought you'd missed me."She let go of him and stood back to swat him playfully on the arm. "Do not play with me, Fredrick. Of course I missed you. You have been away from my company for far too long.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Just like your father, Ryan—blunt, abrasive and cursing like a sailor.” He moved closer until he was just inches from him and added with a wink, “Everything I liked about him.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Good evening, Lady Ruby," he answered. "What are you to dream of?" he asked again with a curious expression.Ruby's cheeks turned red as she met his warm blue eyes. Her feet felt heavy as bricks, and she did not know if she could walk. She had thought she'd never see him again, but here he was now before her.She thought of a crafty remark. "Not of you," she answered. But quickly she wondered if her protest made her sound like a silly, lovesick girl. She bit her lip."I see," he said. "Well, we will have to change that." He gave her a grin, a flash of dark sensuality that sent a bolt of excitement through her.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Do I get a reward?" he asked as he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss.Ruby darted her eyes away from him as she blushed with embarrassment. "For my rescue?" she dared.His eyes twinkled. "For rescuing each other." He placed his hand along her back and pulled her against his chest.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
It was quite apparent that he'd been bestowed all the charms of any handsomely clad rake. A demeanor to match, Ruby thought.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Feris was taller than the average man and his looks were sinister in the form of long dark hair and deep-set eyes. He had an untouchable, magnetic quality that consumed any beholder whose gaze fell upon him as he spoke, and when he fell silent, his penetrating stare easily defied any predators.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Ruby's eyes shot open when she woke, for she felt a constraint around her wrists and ankles. Feeling with her fingers, she touched cold metal. Her small movement gave the chains a slight jingle. A sinking feeling washed over her at the realization that she was chained.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
He gave a nod. "My future lies in your hands." "Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it," she suggested
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
He rolled his neck, as if to relieve the stress of his shoulders. "Your body is encased in a strong spell. It will not open up to me," he said in frustration. "Who guards you?
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
To be your companion.""Companion?" He said the word as if he were spitting a bad taste from his mouth. "I am a killer. A monster! Can you not see that?
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
The boy continued with a desperate note. "You may have saved my life, but it is not my life any longer, it is yours.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
The years passed. Untouched by age, he lived and did as his creator had suggested. Victim after victim, drink after drink, he tried to stop his hunger; however, it did not last for long. The tingling ache of emptiness crawled up from his gut until he could no longer stand it, and soon he would be out on the hunt all over again. He had never felt guilt for his murders. The power inside him reassured that he was above such emotions. Besides, he was the gate that opened their soul to his creator. He fed not only himself, but it.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
At first glance, the ball seemed to be an elegant success. However, re-evaluation would allow an observer to see more than a graceful party. Many well-thought plans highlighted what this really was: a marriage market.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
The party was at its peak and everyone was taking full advantage of the moment. Each lady had her eye on a certain marked beau. Elegant women conversed with eligible men, handsome and well bred. Ruby felt sorry for the under-endowed ladies and plain girls, who stood together in a small group with their mothers. Passing by the conniving little circle, she heard too clearly the strategies they had concocted. They were like vultures hunting for rotten meat. Mothers sent out their girls to meet the wealthiest and nearly deceased men of the ton.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
In the realm of Ahura, there are two lands, one of light and one of dark. The land of light is where the mountain lay, and near its top is where the Zoroastrians dwell. They are the people of the land, and the chosen Twelve are their most powerful leaders and protectors. It is a beautiful sight, not like anything in mortal existence. The peak stretches up toward a sky of amber and blue. During certain hours, a purple hue explodes along the skyline, stretching out into the distance of one side of the mountain, extending farther than the eye can grasp. This is a constant. Never without light.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
His kiss was cold, and his tongue made her sick. She felt a sharp prick as he pulled her even closer. Her conflicting thoughts dissolved from her mind, every thought except surrendering to him. The heat returned and she desired more, more of what he had to offer, more of what he was doing. She could not deny him any longer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer, holding on to his solid form.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
There he was, her confidant—strong, solid, and unbending.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
The dream came again—three times in three nights and always at the first of the year.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
... The freshly devoured peppermint she loved lofted from her breath and up to his nose with her loud bellow of Father in his ear, and Caxton was sure that he could smell that scent now out in the crisp night air. "You demon!" he screamed with all his might. ...
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
We are great friends, Fredrick, and I do not want to lose you. Marriage is something I am not ready for, even if it were with my best friend. Can we not continue to love each other the way we always have?"His eyes scanned her face and his hands reunited with hers. "My dear lady, I love you more than that," Fredrick said tenderly.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
His disheveled appearance could not hide his attractive qualities. And at first sight she could have sworn she'd come upon a character from one of her books—the gallant prince turned pirate. Perhaps it was his tall, strong form and unshaven face that gave him such a roguish appearance. It also wasn't hard to look into his blue eyes, which peered out from beneath his lengthy wet mop of black hair.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Why didn’t she wake me up?”“Haven’t you heard the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’?”Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Werewolves are not dogs, Shaye. How many times do we need to have this damned conversation?
— Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal
Seeing as this is probably my last hurrah, I don't suppose I could get you two bleeding hearts to massacre a village with me? For old time's sake. - Jackal
— Julie Kagawa, The Forever Song
Love and loyalty run deeper than blood
— Richelle Mead, Frostbite
Vampires, contrary to popular belief, don't incinerate when exposed to sunlight. If that were true, there would be a heck of a lot more stories about spontaneous combustion around the world. They are, however, very sensitive to sunlight and their skin cannot take long term exposure without damaging and burning it, which was painful. From Vampire Princess Rising book two of the Winters Saga
— Jami Brumfield
I don't wear tattoos to freak her out
—  I wear them because I have to. It's me.
Vampires let us play with death and the issue of mortality. They let us ponder what it would mean to be truly long lived. Would the long view allow us to see the world differently, imagine social structures differently? Would it increase or decrease our reverence for the planet? Vampires allow us to ask questions we usually bury.
— Margot Adler, Vampires Are Us: Understanding Our Love Affair with the Immortal Dark Side
Malicious or not, strong leaders always attracted followers
— Richelle Mead
I’ve been itching to kill a zombie lately. Can I take the lead on this one, dad?
— Tahnee Fritz, The Human Race
The second time, I had a freakin’ vampire at my back.” I froze. Oh shit. “No offense, Mr. Moreau,” I quickly added.“None taken, Agent Fraser. During the course of my lengthy life, I have been called many things, but ‘freakin’’ has never been one of them. I’ll consider it a novelty.
— Lisa Shearin, The Grendel Affair
A father’s only dream is to hear his daughter ask to kill some zombies. Go for it, sweetie. Make this old man proud.
— Tahnee Fritz, The Human Race
And everybody dreams about vampires
—  we grow up dreaming about them. They're the first and worst monster that lives under everybody's bed.
I fall hard and I fall fast, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
— Eve Newton, Secrets
I hate what’s become of the world. Most of the humans do. There’s so much violence and blood and meaningless death. It’s not even the normal kind of death where your heart stops beating and your loved ones put you in a hole in the ground. A boring way to spend eternity, but if you are lucky, that’s what you’ll get.
— Tahnee Fritz, The Human Race
All vampires smoke. Smoking’s high on the list of Things You Take Up To Pass The Time.
— Glen Duncan, By Blood We Live
It’s Big Brother with werewolves. Live coverage for a month, leading up to a group kill on full moon.
— Glen Duncan, By Blood We Live
... vampire ruler Hin Kahur implemented howler aversion therapy.
— Glen Duncan, By Blood We Live
No. I don’t give that number out to every Tom, Dick and Dracula,” Morgan muttered.
— Michelle Rabe, Cast in Blood
Dear Elizabeth, you cannot know how much joy you bring to my heart...
— Terry Spear, Forbidden Love
Every bit of you, Lass, that's what I want...
— Terry Spear, Forbidden Love
Are you scared? he murmured, mouth only a hairbreadth away from hers.A small laugh escaped her. "Not as scared as I should be.
— Tiffany Allee, Don't Blackmail the Vampire
Would you frolic in the land of forever with me?
— Rae Hachton, Pretty in Black
It is real, Lass.... You are mine as I am yours.
— Terry Spear, Forbidden Love
I sidestepped the vampire's rush, and drove my half of the former blasting rod down at its back, Buffy-like.Maybe it works better on television.
— Jim Butcher, Blood Rites
One doesn't need to be taught fear when one is the hunted.
— Nenia Campbell, Bleeds My Desire
A vampire is like a Rose. They are beautiful, yet harmful.
— Sweet Tart Smile Child
Vampires are fond of their games. But the games that They play are different than the variants that I'm familiar with. The rules were made to be bent, broken, shattered—and somebody always gets hurt.Always.
— Nenia Campbell, Bleeds My Desire
You know,' Shane said twenty minutes later, 'I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think i was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.'She felt a flash of guilt about the breaking-and-entering part -but she had called him- just before her heart did a funny little painful flip and she heard him say again in her head THE TWO OF US.
— Rachel Caine, Glass Houses
You don't think you're a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.
— Jennifer Loiske, Club Number Five
If it was appropriate to judge a person based on her footwear - and it obviously was - I decided I liked her immediately.
— Chloe Neill, Biting Bad
Snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover
— Chloe Neill, Twice Bitten
Right." Doctor Cherryman's face lit up. Here was a way for him to grapple with the problem that the reality of vampires had presented to him. "Let's say vampires exist. What does that mean?""That they're bloodsucking murderers here to kill us all?" Lucy and the Doctor gaped at Quin's bald-faced assessment."Tell me I'm wrong," Quin said.
— Matt Forbeck, Carpathia
For our kind, death is only the beginning.
— Claudia Gray, Hourglass
He hugged me, and I let him press me against his godlike body. What? A girl should have some fun sometimes.
— Jennifer Loiske, Club Number Five
He doesn’t look like the kind of person that could kill anyone? She thought. - Immortal Door
— Marion  Tucker, Immortal Door
Could I be brave enough to look lower? I could. His black tee shirt licked his hard body and I could only guess what was hidden underneath it. His faded jeans hung dangerously low, revealing a slice of his narrow hips, and I could easily imagine the rest.
— Jennifer Loiske, Club Number Five
Adin looked up at Donte, who was then in the middle of taking a sip of his wine. He took in Donte’s demonically beautiful face, long and angular, with its hooded eyes and high cheekbones, its wine-darkened lips. He watched as Donte savored it, imagining the warmth of the wine on the inside of Donte’s mouth and against his tongue. He could almost feel it as it slid down the column of Donte’s throat, teasing his Adam’s apple into a subtle bob, and suddenly Adin was the wine, slipping down that throat, and just as inexplicably, Adin felt Donte’s mouth on him everywhere at once, biting…licking…sucking. Adin’s breath sped up; his skin warmed with the beginnings of a flush brought on by arousal.
— Z.A. Maxfield, Notturno
I almost slapped a patient yesterday. Stupid b**** kicked me while I was telling her to push. Talking about she needed something for the pain.
— Shakuita Johnson, Dark Indiscretions
Jennifer where are you going, dear? Dinner will be ready in a minute. Your brothers found a few unattended five year olds.
— Shakuita Johnson
I think that there should have been some nice wumpires," said my sister, wistfully. "Nice, handsome, misunderstood wumpires.""There were not," said my father.
— Neil Gaiman, Fortunately, the Milk
When Tana was six, vampires were Muppets, endlessly counting, or cartoon villains in black cloaks with red polyester lining.
— Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
Kaien Cross: You both entered the room in the same pose! Ooh! If Yuki had seen it, she'd have been so happy! The mystique!Ichiru: Zero, is he always like this?Zero: Yeah...he doesn't act anything like his "former self" now...why're you sticking to me?Ichiru: Because you hate it when I do it (I'm being a pest).Zero(to Cross): Hey. Don't take a photo.Kaien Cross (thinking): The Kiryus really are twins.
— Matsuri Hino, ヴァンパイア騎士 10
Yuki (in a standoff with Zero): We're going to stay like this until vol. 10? Why...don't we sit down...Zero?Zero: I can't. If I sit down, I won't be able to get up again. (I've reached my limits in many ways).Yuki: Well, I'm going to sit...
— Matsuri Hino, Vampire Knight, Vol. 9
I see science and mysticism as two complementary manifestations of the human mind
—  as its rational and intuitive faculties.Capra
Yeah and purple monkeys fly from my ass at dawn.
— Diana Graves, Mortal Sentry
First of all, a**hole, I’m not into voodoo and if I was I wouldn’t use it for this. Second, we came over here for a reason and we aren’t leaving until you hear us out.” Jennifer was good and pissed. Finding a Nyhiya was supposed to be a happy time. Not this bulls***. Stupid Alpha males.
— Shakuita Johnson, Dark Indiscretions
It was the discovery of the quantum universe that changed everything, and that universe was so small and so dynamic that it could not be observed directly. Trying to explain their insights, scientists looked at the language of mysticism. At the subatomic level, the parallels between quantum reality and mysticism were striking. For example, the behavior of light: in some contexts it acted like a wave, in others like a particle. Could it be both? Physicists had no concept for grasping this, so they dispensed with Western logic and embraced paradox. (This is important, too, for the notion of vampires being both living and dead.)
— Katherine Ramsland, The Science of Vampires
Listen, murderer, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!” Jackson growled loudly.
— Shakuita Johnson, Dark Indiscretions
This look said I was uncomfortably near some line. Nikos had a lot of lines, all hidden. If you shot a marble in on one side of his personality, instead of coming out the other it would bounce on secret internal walls and shoot out in some unpredictable way. I suspected some of those ways were deadly.
— Mary Hughes, The Bite of Silence
She was damaged because she had no one, and he was damaged because neither did he.
— J.D. Kirkland, The Guardian Society
As I stepped onto the gloomy landing a word formed in my mind: two syllables, starts with a V and rhymes with dire. I froze in place. Nightingale said that everything was true, after a fashion, and that had to include vampires, didn’t it? I doubted they were anything like they were in books and on TV, and one thing was for certain — they absolutely weren’t going to sparkle in the sunlight.
— Ben Aaronovitch, Midnight Riot
...I supplied in a tone so saccharine that it should have tipped him off that his testicular health was in serious peril.
— Molly Harper, The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires
I remember watching an old Dracula movie once with Alphonse and having him laugh himself sick at the sight of a vamp only a few days out of the grave supposedly raising another one.He'd been impossible for weeks afterwards,mercilessly teasing all the weaker vamps in court about the three-day-old baby that was more powerful than them.
— Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
The Anne Rice books are a lot about infection. I read "Interview With the Vampire" a million times when I was in seventh and eighth grade. Also, [writing Gavriel's backstory] definitely came from those books: I sat down and reread them all and thought a lot about… the way in which vampirism is pushing away from humanity in interesting ways, and creating something new from humanity. I imprinted on those books pretty hard.Tanith Lee's "Sabella or the Blood Stone" was a big inspiration. I absolutely loved her books; when I was a kid, I wrote many bad Tanith Lee pastiches. Susie McKee Charnas' "The Vampire Tapestry." Poppy Z. Brite's "Lost Souls." Nancy Collins' "Sunglasses After Dark," which sounds like the most '80s title ever. It's about a vampire named Sonja Blue, and she goes around killing vampires. She's the only vampire who's half-alive. It's a really fun, blood-filled romp. It's very "Blade" before "Blade"--with a lady.
— Holly Black
I was between them, and as the tension sparked, I felt like a small rodent trapped between mastodons.
— Phillipa Bornikova, This Case Is Gonna Kill Me
Ophelia was beating some poor underling for not knowing her arse from the sparse collection of cells between her ears.
— Molly Harper, The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires
By now, we're all familiar with the literary post-apocalyptic world's metaphors. The zombies are our anxieties. The vampires are our greed. Our fairies are hope. Our werewolves are … what again? Something
— Taffy Brodesser-Akner
The sky was growing dangerously light when I left Lestat and made my way to the secret place, below an abandoned building where I kept the iron coffin in which I lie.This is no unusual configuration among our kind-the sad old building, my title to it, or the cellar room cut off from the world above by iron doors no mortal could independently seek to lift.
— Anne Rice, Merrick
...I swear Dev your cock is going to be the death of us all.'Dev just sat back and smiled unrepentantly. 'I beg to differ. My cock is like a finely tuned homing device. He led me straight to the person I needed to see. His judgement is infallible...
— Lanie Malone
An hour would be enough. An hour with my head on the pillow beside yours, foreheads touching, eyes locked with eyes (just the two of us, mind you, minus that sodding cat); an hour to smell the smell of you - garlic and all, I wouldn't mind, no, I wouldn't mind. An hour to press you close the whole length of our bodies and feel the shudder of your laugh. An hour to tell you I'm so glad I knew you. An hour, just an hour. I have time now like hedgehogs have fleas: I an lose it, waste it, squander it, kill it, and there will still be more to follow, but that hour I'll never have. Never.
— A.P., Sabine
The newly developed snarky side of my personality wanted to tell him 'There's no crying in vamp battles.
— Robyn Jones
Some monsters disguise themselves so well you don’t realize that they’re monsters until it’s too late. You check all of the usual places: under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain, around that suspicious, dark corner of your room. No, some monsters don’t look like monsters at all. But they are, have been, and always will be there.
— Nikki Rae, Sunshine
Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.
— Justin Cronin, The Twelve
Michael...Michael got bitten. And now he's a vampire. But he doesn't remember becoming one, and that's a big problem. So if you see him, don't, you know, hug. He bites. He doesn't mean it, though.
— Rachel Caine, Ghost Town
I tell myself that this is okay, but I realize that I don’t have to. This is what I want. Him. Me. Closer
— Nikki Rae, Sun Poisoned
Then again, in some of our meetings, the Upyri bring cocktails, shaking both cocks and tails. Bitches. You can't live with them, they can't live without you. It's a lose-lose situation.
— Yannis Karatsioris, The Book of the Forsaken
Let's say that it belong to me as much as it belongs to anyone alive today. If I am, strictly speaking, living. The old word was undead, you know, but aren't all living things undead. I dislike imprecision.
— Rachel Caine, Glass Houses
No—I’ve got it,” Jill announced, interrupting my musing. “He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them....Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
Make no mistake, Lucas. You chose Pedro over your fellow Hunters. I'm coming for you and you will pay for your betrayal. I'm coming for everyone in that house and no one will survive.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
Kos had different tastes. He was on the lookout for that Midwestern housewife attending a conference with her husband. There was usually at least one in the hotel bar. She was always seated in a corner drinking a cocktail and pretending to read a novel while her husband was off doing manly things. Kos knew something Mason didn't—stewardesses partied in every port, but housewives were still waiting for the party.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
And that was something Gwen had on Zoey—she saw the shadow surrounding him, the one he so easily hid from everyone else. Perched on his lap, her pupils were big and her pretty mouth tense. She was afraid of him. But rather than scare her off, the fear lured her.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
Up close, Lucas's scent hit him differently. His smell had cloyed and taunted, lingering in rooms where Lucas had been. But now it was the real, male smell of skin and soap, sweat and breath. And his distinctive Hunter scent was so much more delicious for all the ways it blended with Lucas's own human essence.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
I want to pick up a few other items at the house,” Jules said as Katie stepped around the car. “I still have my roller skates and yours in my closet.”Katie opened the door and paused, staring at Jules.“What?” Jules asked.“Are you serious? Our lives are in danger and you want to get our roller skates?
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
There are details about your life I really do not want to know about. You told me he taught you how to fight with weapons, but I guess I never…”	“Put two and two together?” Katie grinned. “That’s not like you, detective Jules.”	“I know. I guess I overlooked the gory details. Blood and guts have never been my forte. I like action. Give me Mission Impossible and CSI, but leave out the gruesome details.”	They stopped upon reaching the entrance to the barn. “Roller skating disco lover turns FBI crime scene investigator. I think there’s a book waiting to be written for you.
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
Jules turned off the faucet and the room became silent except for the ticking clock. “Promise me one thing.” She picked up the dishtowel and wiped her hands. “Promise me you’re not going to get yourself killed.”
— Katie met her friend’s gaze. “I’m going to fight like a queen bitch to stay alive. I give you my word.
One day you’re a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.”“Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
Emotions are destructive, Ms. Dillinger. One of two things will happen to you. You will either be hurt and wish you were dead, or you will end up dead.”	Katie stopped in front of the next cooler and checked inside. “I’m human. What am I supposed to do? Just…be?”	“Welcome to the world.
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
…“What the hell happened? I keep replaying everything and returning to the point where you held a dead man’s head in your hand and a sharp bloody knife in the other. That wasn’t the Katie I knew from college.
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
You can’t fight like this. You’re not prepared and you are in no means in control of your emotions.”
— Blood rushed to her head. “Fuck you!”
He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them....Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.
— J.M.  Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning
One woman against two bloodsuckers. This I got to see.
— Mary Abshire, Immortal Revenge
She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I’d ever seen her.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.
— Patricia Briggs, Frost Burned
One did not turn down an invitation from Saint Cloud. At least, one didn't if one wanted to continue living contentedly in Paris. Vampires took offense so easily - and Parisian vampires were the worst of all.
— Cassandra Clare, The Runaway Queen
Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly."Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
— Charlaine Harris, Club Dead
I start to cross the street, stop, turn back. "You are not what I thought."He smiles. A devastatingly beautiful smile.I race across the street to my apartment building, to home, to safety. Because that smile scares me for reasons I can't explain. I only know that it makes me want to see him smile again.
— J.A. London, Darkness Before Dawn
I press my face against his chest, inhale his scent, take comfort from it. "I'm so sorry, Victor. I'm not sure I realized how truly awful this is for you.""It could be worse. I might not have you."I sink against him."Trust me," he whispers.
— J.A. London, Blood-Kissed Sky
That's how you know you're doing the right thing - it's so hard you want to give up.
— Emily McKay, The Farm
I thought if you knew. you'd kill him.I nearly did. I nearly killed you too. The trouble with death is - his lips twisted - it's so final.
— Marie Treanor, Blood on Silk
But, Elizabeth, what we have, what is between us, will never be over.
— Marie Treanor, Blood on Silk
Admitting defeat? How un-huntress like of you.
— Yvonne Nicolas, Shadows & Dust
He lifted her and entered her body in one swift, gliding movement that shattered the remnants of her resistance. 'Blood and sex and Elizabeth,' he said inside her head. 'Bastard, can't you even say hello?' He detached his teeth from her neck and flicked his tongue over the wound to heal it. His burning gaze lifted to hers. 'Hello,' he said huskily, and took her mouth.
— Marie Treanor, Blood Eternal
Nico then leaned into Katty, and kissed her. He kissed her with every ounce of Vampire strength, pressing his lips forward into hers, feeling her slight breath and her soft lips touch against his with the heat of a hot fire. He kissed her while holding her face close to his, his fingers spreading against the width of her delicate cheeks. Katty closed her eyes and took the kiss all in, feeling such a kiss make her feel so dizzy, so weak. So lightheaded. It was as if she was being kissed for the very first time. It was a kiss that took all her resistance away, all her fear, but gave her an existence that she never possibly knew. Within a few moments, Nico pulled away, unleashing the kiss from its endurance.
— Keira D. Skye
Nico looked very tall and thin wearing a opaque black sweatshirt hoodie and dark inked skinny jeans. His outer physical structure was handsome and gaunt, straight jet black hair razored and clipped in angles, a few purple highlights, and his white skin toned the color of alabaster. She had always liked the slender salamander type. He totally looked punk rock tonight, and that made him look absolutely awesome! A curtain of fog parted in front of him, giving him even more of the illusion as if he was part of a rock band at a rock band concert. Katty now saw Nico with exaggerated clarity. Nico Rocket looked so freakin' hot! He looked so good-looking at times, especially within the dark scenes of rolling fog and a pitchy darkness. She randomly wondered what he looked like before he was bit and turned into a Vampire. Had he been a Renaissance geek just like her? Before she could really examine him and fantasize of what he must have looked like before turning into a Vampire, the fog closed in all around him again, surrounding him with a ring of solitary imprisonment. He now lurked as a shadow among the shadows, disappearing into the illusion of gray’s. She didn't like him for not showing up on time, but all had been forgiven as soon as she had seen him all dressed up in his Gothic best. So what if he didn't believe in punctuality? His hotness sure made up for the rest! Through the fog, she saw his bright red eyes pierce through the heaviness of the darkness. He then broke free from the fog, leaving a trail of the thickened smoke lingering far behind, and wide.
— Keira D. Skye, Bite!
Hey, hey, just a little scare.” Said Nico, backing away from a very guarded Katty. “Gotta get used to those if your going to be a Vampire. Just wanted to see if you were on your game. As far as I can tell, you are.”Katty immediately retreated, putting her dagger back inside of her purse. Now instead of stabbing Nico in his chest, she slapped him hard across his arm. “Jerk! Don't ever do that again! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” After her heart stopped fluttering for a moment, Katty drew her attention towards Nico and what he was wearing. Nico was lookin' pretty hot tonight. Jumping out and scaring her, now took second place. For what she saw before her was nothing less than a dark, Gothic dream. Mmm...oh yes..Yum..Yum..Yum!
— Keira D. Skye, Bite!
I knew that coming from a family with an unhealthy social origins, things would be harder for me. Nonetheless, in my heart, hope never died. However, over time, I had learned that trying never died either. Trying was one thing I always had to do more than others, because, in the self-proclaimed society of equals, we were made to be less equal than many of the families around us.
— Teodor Flonta, A Luminous Future
The night I was born, my great uncle Moanea, the village forester, shot a wolf. The villagers roasted it in the fire and fed the meat to the dogs.
— Teodor Flonta, A Luminous Future
However, at 17 years old, I was ready to face any challenge and tackle any obstacles blocking the road to my dreams. I was ready to take on the world. I was unstoppable. Bygones were bygones. The future, however uncertain it might be, awaited me.
— Teodor Flonta, A Luminous Future
Time crawls in the silence. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
— Emily McKay
So, been attacked by any vampires yet?""Not one.""Zombies? Giant spiders? Water monsters?"It's been really quiet on the supernatural front""Too bad, 'cause I got attacked by a devil dog. It was not awesome.
— Rachel Caine, Fall of Night
Is it really so terrible being around us?"I blushed. "No," I said. "But . . . it's complicated. I've been taught certain things my entire life. Those are hard to shake.""The greatest changes in history have come because people were able to shake off what others told them to do.
— Richelle Mead, Bloodlines
In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.
— Anne Rice
It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else is there to talk about?
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
A decision made during a moment of weakness can ruin your life.        To date, I had made three.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
The voice came from the night all around him, in his head and out of it."What do you want?' it repeated.He wondered if he dared to turn and look, realised he did not.'Well? You come here every night, in a place where the living are not welcome. I have seen you.Why?''I wanted to meet you,' he said, without looking around. 'I want to live for ever.' His voice crackedas he said it.He had stepped over the precipice. There was no going back. In his imagination, he could alreadyfeel the prick of needle-sharp fangs in his neck, a sharp prelude to eternal life.The sound began. It was low and sad, like the rushing of an underground river. It took him severallong seconds to recognise it as laughter.'This is not life,' said the voice.It said nothing more, and after a while the young man knew he was alone in the graveyard.
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
For some, vampires are still firmly in the 'evil, scary' column. However, in recent decades, vampires also run the gamut from evil to morally ambiguous all the way to fangless and vegetarian. I think part of their appeal lies in their versatility. Vampires can be the villain, the hero, and everything in between, all depending on the writer's whim. You'll also never hear me say that anyone is doing vampires 'wrong' because unless a real vampire stands up and sets the record straight, it's anyone's game as a far as defining them in fiction.
— Jeaniene Frost
Does your license plate mean something?" Bing asked. "En-o-ess-four-a-two?""Nosferatu," the man Charlie Manx said."Nosfer-what-who?"Manx said, "It is one of my little jokes. My first wife once accused me of being a Nosferatu. She did not use that exact word, but close enough.
— Joe Hill, NOS4A2
A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.
— MaryJanice Davidson, Undead and Unwelcome
I’m not interested in any other man’s G-string. In fact,” she slipped her hands down the back of his pants and squeezed his tight, bare ass. “I prefer my man commando.”He nipped at her bottom lip. “In that case, we can search for a she-wolf as soon as I’m finished with you.
— Jennifer Turner, Eternal Seduction
You are blood of my blood and you will answer to me when I command.
— Travis Luedke
The ReckoningThe time has come for RetributionA time for Redemption, A time for Forgiveness A time for Renewal, A time to prevailMy love will set you free my darling.Our love, forever bound.-SL Ross
— S.L. Ross
Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools,” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
Chase opened the mini fridge. “Wanna drink?” He asked.“No thank you and you shouldn’t either.”“Oh I definitely need one, besides it numbs the hunger.” He grabbed a few of the tiny bottles from the door shelf.“Then by all means get your drink on.” Samuel chuckled.
— S.L. Ross
Good evening and good night.
— unknown TV show quotes
Some people had attack dogs. Ghastek had attack lawyers.
— Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic
And this is how the ending starts.
— L.J. Smith, The Fury / Dark Reunion
You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories....
— Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss
Well, that just sucks! I guess I'm stuck with Mike Newton after all
— Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse
In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker." ~Dr. Margarita Georgieva ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark
— Carole Gill
Nico looked so devilishly handsome under the spilling glow of the moon.
— Keira D. Skye
Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was preposterous – so why am I following it?What do you mean why are you following it? It’s the only thing that’s putting distance between you and those...monsters back there!But what about Lord Delacroix?What the devil about him?He tried to keep you safe – he truly did attempt to save you—And what did that get him? Crushed by a damned Lycan – again!But I should still go back to save him....I should keep moving!But he’s saved my life – I can’t let him die!Technically, he’s already dead, Alexi....Goddamn it all!Run – run now – come back when you’re safe!Come back? With who?!Help, of course!Where on Earth am I going to find help?!
— S.C. Parris, The Immortal's Guide
All monsters are queers. Who is able to bring the dead back to life? God and the Devil. The Devil makes dead men into monsters: immortal, immoral—and queer.
— Derek McCormack, The Show That Smells
What about stakes in the heart?" I asked now. He frowned, the center of his mouth pursed while its corners curled downward. "Anyone will die from a stake in the heart," he said. "And anyone will die if they're severely burned, including vampires.
— Susan Hubbard, The Society of S
I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I have done no wrong according to my kind. I never meant to turn you. I just wanted to have a little fun with you before they took you away.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
As the middle child of the Laurel Canyon Adams Family, Whit was surprisingly chill on the subject of ampire-vays.
— M. Beth Bloom, Drain You
Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.
— J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened
Can't you see, Amber? Losing you would be like a stake to my heart.
— Jayde Scott, A Job From Hell
Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!
— J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened
Doing some late-night home improvements, my man? (...) For what it's worth, I never had any use for that froufrou French shit, either." - Tegan
— Lara Adrian, Midnight Awakening
Better overcautious than missing a jugular vein, as the saying goes."That was a very morbid saying. Maybe only vampire said it.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Team Human
The vampires took everything from me, but I'm looking into the eyes of one who has the power to give me back a reason to live, who can heal my gaping hole of sorrow.
— J.A. London, Darkness Before Dawn
Alice: "I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors."Edward: "Why don't you just tell me who wins?"Alice: "I do. Excellent.
— Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn
Oh, so there were angels and demons, but no vampires? No mysterious, super-hot bloodsuckers who would love you forever? Now that was totally unfair.
— Alycia Linwood, Human
Louis-Cesare and Ray were in trouble.I could tell because I could see them, not clearly, but in fits and starts, little glimmers like a couple of ghosts, if ghosts made "oh shit" faces on the one hand agitated French gestures on the other. And that sort of shit wasn't going to go unnoticed for long.Aaaaand it didn't.
— Karen Chance, Fury's Kiss
Ta-da!" The man whipped open his coat.Shit! He wasn't wearing any clothes at all. She grimaced. Just her luck to go vampire hunting and find a flasher.
— Kerrelyn Sparks, Be Still My Vampire Heart
We're more of a bag-and-tag operation.
— Lara Adrian, Kiss of Crimson
Um...carefully Bella ow.
— Stephenie Meyer
That’s great, Grace, but in case you’ve forgotten, we’re supposed to kill vampires, not play nice and have lunch with them. - Archer
— K.A. Last
I thought she wanted out. We should've brought cuffs and a gag." Clare frowned. "What's wrong with you, Blake? This is a rescue mission, not a kidnapping.
— Jayde Scott, A Job From Hell
Humans - a renewable resource.
— Carrie Vaughn, Kitty Steals the Show
You haven't told her?" Cass shouted. "You're the worst boyfriend ever!
— Jayde Scott, A Job From Hell
If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
I’ve read about this in books, imagined it in my mind countless times since I’ve been here, but to actually witness it is something entirely different. I thought I was prepared, but nothing—no amount of book learning or supposed life experience or bravado—can make you invulnerable to the sight of a vampire drinking blood.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
Maybe I had been making a greater monster of him than he really was, or maybe I was still under his influence, for I was certain that he wanted me to believe he was no more than a harmless man who happened to use vampirism to get what he desired. Some remnant of his mesmerism was still upon me. I had never been able to shake the feeling that he was tucked away in a corner of my mind, that he could read my thoughts, know what I was thinking. He had done something to me, but what that was, I had never been able to discover. All I knew was that the feeling had been with me since the morning I woke up and found myself in Venice.
— Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
Westley stared at him carefully. “Victor…I understand how you must feel but the rules Dracula upheld—”“Were the same very rules that allowed the Dark World to fall,” he finished coldly.
— S.C. Parris, The Immortal's Guide