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Unbidden, a growl escaped him just as his lips brushed that heavenly skin and with one bite he pierced right through it. When her blood hit his tongue, he shook. It was nectar, hot and wild and sweet, like the fiery kiss of a demon. His fingers twisted up into the glossy knot of hair at her nape, pulling it free, wrapping his fist in that silky skein. Forcing her up as his mouth came down harder, his fangs sliding deeper. Rissa made a soft sound; whether of pleasure, encouragement or pain, it didn't matter. Nothing fucking mattered.
— Heather R. Blair, Phoenix Fallen
THE SAFEST PLACE YOU COULD BE IS BESIDE ME.“ KANAME
— Matsuri Hino
... from the classically executed lifelike bouquets, tempting you to reach for the petals that fell on a three-dimensional tablecloth, to a new and disturbing style in which the colors seemed to blaze with such intensity they destroyed the old lines, the old solidity, to make a vision like those states which I'm nearest my delirium and flowers grow before my eyes and crackle like the flames of lamps.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
I make the choice because it is one I can live with.
— Kelley Armstrong, Many Bloody Returns
As a vampire, you must accept that every person you ever know will die, and you are the only constant in your life, the only person you can—and should—rely on.
— Kelley Armstrong, Many Bloody Returns
What is your name?” I asked.“Thorn.”“Thorn?”“If you touch me, you bleed.
— P.A.  Ross, The Birth of Vengeance
There was a dark aura about him, a hint of caged power in that deceptively casual, sprawled poise. Danger personified.If this had been a film she would have expected to hear the warning wail of an electric guitar creep over the soft background bustle of the city.
— Heather R. Blair, Blood in Fire
I am Thorn, and I have come to make you bleed,
— P.A.  Ross, The Birth of Vengeance
I had to decide who I was, Night or Day, Human or Vampire.
— P.A.  Ross, The Birth of Vengeance
How do you keep all the balls you got dancing in the air from crashing down on your fucking head, Rousseau?""Centuries of practice?
— Heather R. Blair, Phoenix Broken
I have fourteen black wives an' one white, de chiefest one. I would sure enough shoo her away dis minute if you tek her place in my bed tonight, Mama Sam Moon."Was sex all these people ever thought about? I guess life was short back then, and nobody had much time to waste on anything else.
— J.R. Rain, Moon Bayou
Did you really think giving yourself up to me would save her?”Miles gave a wide, slow smile that showed the glint of his fangs, his eyes never leaving Reegan’s face even as Kelsey moved into his line of sight.“Not at all. I merely thought it would give her time to save herself, you deluded piece of shit.
— Heather R. Blair, Phoenix Rising
She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had, the more she hungered.
— Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
Don't know. Never let a wolf near my neck." He grinned and gave me a quick hug. "I love you, Essie. Before you came into my life, I had considered ending myself. Three hundred years is a long time to be alone. You've given me hope, a career as a drag queen and a dysfunctional family. I am supremely grateful. Bite me."And because I trusted him....I did.
— Robyn Peterman, Ready to Were
Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?
— Gena Showalter
There are some things in life that we are meant to experience. Circumstances will always shift us back to certain situations until we walk through it and learn something.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 79
— A.N. Meade, Marked
Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.
— Rose Wynters, The Vampire's House of Pleasure: Part Two
He knew...there was no redemption for the damned.
— Alan Kinross, Longinus the Vampire
Silly me, thinking you actually had potential. I thought, Finally, she's realized she's a vampire. Now we're getting somewhere. But now you're just a big fluffy bunny with sharp teeth.
— Julie Kagawa, The Forever Song
That is what the taste of blood does. It takes away the gap between thought and action.To think is to do. There is no unlived life inside you as the air speeds past your body, as you look down at the dreary villages and market towns...
— Matt Haig, The Radleys
I must have cried myself out. The tears stopped falling and I breathed in through my nose. I stood up and looked down at my baby sister lying there. I kissed my fingertips and touched her forehead. "Goodbye, brat," I whispered. "Stop calling me brat."Caelyn's eyes opened. Her irises were blood red. She gave me an impish smile and bared her fangs. Little sisters suck...
— Sean Hayden, My Soul to Keep
But stones, too, can lie.
— Amy Hennig
You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.
— J. Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
From here on," Kanin said, "you will have to decide what kind of demon you will be. Not all meals will come to you so easily, ignorant and seeking to do you harm. What will you do if your prey invites you inside, offers you a place at the table? What will you do if they flee, or cower down, begging you not to hurt them? How you stalk your prey is something you must come to terms with, or you will quickly drive yourself mad. And once you cross that threshold, there is no coming back from it.
— Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules
Have you always been so refined? Your attitude and that mouth.” He sucked air through his teeth and grimaced. “Do you kiss your Mother with it?”I answered like the smart ass he knew I was. “I did before she died. Of course, my mouth was clean back then. It took years of trial and error to blossom into the fine outstanding young woman you see before you today.
— J.A. Saare, Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between
She wanted to claw the memory of their night together out of her brain, but she couldn't disremember.Or stop thinking about his tongue, the way he kissed and caressed her, almost like he wasn't a monster.
— Rae Elle, Chained
After a life of being entombed, essentially a slave to an unfair beginning,I am free. I'm a liberated whore of the world with little to no inhibitions."(Annie from upcoming book 3)
— Robert Kimbrell
Seriously, I ‘ve got to know if I need to protect you from people running with pencils." ~ Laney
— Joann I. Martin Sowles, Laney
There’s nothing cruel about a vampire or a parasite, she said.
— Paul Park, All Those Vanished Engines
Endless night of Eternal love in the heart of the French Quarter. Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.
— Michelle Hughes, Tears of Crimson
What in the world is this abomination?”Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, “Adrian, is this some kind of joke?
— Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows
The vampire gagged. The muscles of its neck constricted, widened, constricted again, and it disgorged a six-inch-long metal cylinder onto my desk. The bloodsucker grasped it, twisted the cylinder’s halves apart, and retrieved a roll of papers. “Photographs,” Ghastek said, handing me a couple of sheets from the roll.“That’s disgusting.”“He is thirty years old,” Ghastek said. “All his internal organs, with the exception of the heart, atrophied long ago. The throat makes for a very good storage cavity. People seem to prefer it to the anus.”Translation: be happy I didn’t pull it out of my ass. Thank the gods for small favors.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds
If I keep loving you, maybe you'll crack and love me too.
— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
I told you, knowledge is our Holy Grail, and I daresay the wisdom possessed by the vampire would boggle your imagination. You see, we don't have political allegiances to worry about, or religion, or differing mores. We all work together for one purpose: to further our achievements and our learning.
— Michael Talbot, The Delicate Dependency: A Novel of the Vampire Life
I'm a little tired of protecting people who help the ones trying to conquer them
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
The priest was Quinn's biggest danger of all.
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
You know better than that the only thing about you that scares me isyour absence, Alaric
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
No matter what it takes. Make at least part of him live, and I can find the rest of him somehow. Someday.
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
Your magic is unbalanced without the soul-meld
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
Being a vampire for him meant revenge. Revenge against life itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. It was no wonder, then, that he appreciated nothing. The nuances of vampire existence weren't even available to him because he was focused with a maniacal vengeance upon the mortal life he'd left. Consumed with hatred, he looked back. Consumed with envy, nothing pleased him unless he could take it from others; and once having it, he grew cold and dissatisfied, not loving the thing for itself; and so he went after something else. Vengeance, blind and sterile and contemptible.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
He'd saved her life and killed her trust. He'd thought it a fair trade, at the time.
— Alyssa Day, Vampire in Atlantis
How disorienting and isolating immortality must be, and how strong he must be to weather it.
— Michael Talbot, The Delicate Dependency: A Novel of the Vampire Life
To a vampire, there is only selfishness.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
We are also creatures of romance. Books love to portray us as the mysterious visitor in the night that you invite into your bedroom and then your bed.
— Isabelle Rowan, Ink
You drank my blood." With one arched brow, Rachel seared Rees with her stare."Yes, but only because he commanded it.
— D.A. Rhine, Vampires of the Chesapeake: Rees Morgan
Cupid had struck his heart to the core but had forgotten to put even a mere scratch on his beloved's.
— Jettie Necole, Ruby
Stop wiggling - you’ll move when I move you.
— Heather McVea, Ela: Forever
It’s a vampire cabal and I’m feeling like the odd human out…or lunch.
— Heather McVea, Dying Forever
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.
— Chelsea Ballinger, Rise Of The True Immortal
It’s supernatural, hard to explain it any further.
— Chelsea Ballinger, Rise Of The True Immortal
Aline!" Isabelle looked appalled. "You can't just go around asking people what it's like to be a vampire.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Celestia laughed wickedly. "Danny is your BBB, silly. I’d never ask you to marry him.""BBB?" Now she had to learn abbreviations? She didn’t have the patience to deal with this tonight."Bodyguard, Blood Bag, and cover Boyfriend." Celestia counted the items off one by one on her beautifully manicured fingers."Convenient." Sarcasm laced Savannah’s words, but internally her mind processed the logic behind the BBB.From Vampire Princess Rising (book two in the Winters Saga)
— Jami Brumfield
A week ago, he would’ve sank his fangs into her flesh without a second thought. But now? Muriah had lured him into her world, into her reality, not as a god, but as a partner, a man.
— Lisa Kessler, Night Child
I wish I could," laughed the vampire. "How positively delightful. I should like to pass through all manner of different keyholes and feel the tickle of their peculiar shapes. No." He shook his head. "That is, how would you say today . . . bullshit?
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
The vampire community has enough problems. We don't need to add petty backbiting to it.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
You are weak with love for her, brother.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the light is, know what it will do to them. And come anyway.
— Glen Hirshberg, Motherless Child
You need to wear less clothing, lass.
— Terry Spear, Forbidden Love
Being kidnapped and abused by the undead was worse than calculus, but not by a wide margin.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
I love you!” he bellowed at me and his eyes turned black. “Happy now? I love you, okay? I love youso fucking much that it hurts! It’s driving me insane! I loved you from the moment I saw you doingyour Miss Marple impression in those woods back at The Ragged Cove. But I could tell you weresweet on Luke and hey, why not? He’s the good-looking one, right? I mean, I’m just the hired muscle.I’m the one who gets everyone else out of the shit. But I couldn’t help my feelings, I’d never felt likethat before. So yeah, okay I stole a kiss from you in the gatehouse – big fucking deal! But you knowwhat? That was the biggest mistake of my life, because that one kiss from you drove me out of my tinyfreaking mind! So, I’m sorry if I give the boy a hard time and ain’t too gentle with the girl, but I’m notgoing to sit back and watch you risk your life just so you can blow their noses and wipe their arses!”I looked at Potter and he seemed almost out of breath after his rant. Once he had finished, he put outhis cigarette and lit another one. Standing, I looked at him and said, “Potter, I had no idea…”“Ah, forget it,” he said, waving me away with his hand. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Besides, I’llbe moving out at first light in search of Luke. Once I’ve rescued him, I’ll bring him to you in TheHollows and you won’t have to see me again.
— Tim O'Rourke, Vampire Breed
I thought a wolf’s mindset was just to take?”“I am not just looking at you through the eyes of a wolf, Cora. I am looking at you through the eyes of your mate. It is the only thing that has allowed me to hold back with you. The pull between us is intense.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
You have to understand, the blood we drink every day to stay alive comes out of a jar in the refrigerator. It is the very definition of gross.
— Tamara Summers, Never Bite a Boy on the First Date
Planning to stay on your leash, wolf? Or would you rather let loose?
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
He stroked her hair gently as he said, “You challenge me like no one ever has, like no one has ever dared. It’s frustrating…” he kissed her lips chastely, “…but also refreshing. And sometimes it even turns me on a little.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
You can't fault me for ensuring it's in working order... what if I hadn't used it and from this use it had fallen off?
— Terry Spear, Forbidden Love
Sounds like the effect of wolf’s blood to me,” he said, winking at her.“You think?”“Attacking without thinking? Just reacting instantly? Yeah, that’s wolf mentality.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Cora, you can turn around now. Your virgin eyes won’t be offended any longer.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Luca chuckled. “You will learn to trust me, princess.”Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. “Like hell she will.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Luca scoffed. “Wolves never change.”“Excuse me?” Ryan demanded.“All about instant gratification. Reacting purely on instinct and engaging in mindless acts of violence and sex.”“Like vampires are any different. Oh, accept for the fact that my boys don’t kill those they fuck. Vampires get off on having a life in their hands, the power of draining their victim’s life force. Wolves revel in life. You are death and you breed only death.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the to light is, know what it will do to them. And they come anyway.
— Glen Hirshberg, Motherless Child
The stench of wolf—especially an Alpha—is very difficult to get out."Then you should keep your distance,” she shot back.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
You’re calling out the wolf, darlin’.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
You know, darlin’, on the one hand you’re so damned feisty. And believe me; I like that in a woman. But, on the other…” he said, crossing to her and gently stroking her hair, “…you’re so damned shy.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
Nice moves, darlin’.” He gripped her hands gently and pried them off his shirt. “You’re getting stronger. That almost hurt.
— Franca Storm, Fated Desire
He's not feeling well," Clary said, catching at Simon's wrist. "We're going.""No," Simon said. "No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor."Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as he held it up between himself and Simon. "I speak to the Night’s Children Council representative, or to the head of the New York clan," he said. "Not to any vampire who comes to knock at my door—"Simon reached out and plucked the cross out of Robert's hand. "Wrong religion," he said.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
It’s nothing compared to happiness.”I snorted through gritted teeth. “What happiness?”“Exactly.”“Reality interrupts—” Jaw clenching, my nostrils flared as I felt a gush of blood flow.A whisper. “Life.” His blink was slow. “The mother of all bitches.”“And the beauty?”“Its absence is duly noted.”“Only to be found by those later.”Another swipe of my cheeks. “Once they’ve suffered to the point they scream for death.”“Full circle.”His hand found mine in a gentle hold. “Pain needs to be felt.
— Scarlett Dawn, King Cave
I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl.
— Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep
It was real sweet, except that he'd drugged me and ridden me to within an inch of my life, and I was still so high I was paralyzed and mute. But other than that, I guess it was pretty romantic.
— Jordan Castillo Price, Vertigo
Words actually failed me. I felt as dumb as my lounge-less friend in the corner. "You injected me with vampire blood?" My words were said slowly, ensuring that I didn't get one wrong or accidentally call Francis a fucking asshat. "You're a vampire?"Francis' expression managed to convey how stupid he thought that question was. "I live underground, and you've never seen me outside. I'm pale in complexion ands obviously hundreds of years old. What did you think I was? Agoraphobic?
— Steve McHugh, Crimes Against Magic
We’re the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever
— Richelle Mead, Blood Promise
Remember how it feels, Silent One. That murderous rage, and how it makes your blood boil. Remember, and let it carry you the rest of the way—only, learn to freeze it, as well, because the best killers are those who can put their desires on ice.
— Nenia Campbell, Bleeds My Desire
Jack’s face was now buried in his hands, his elbows still on his knees, and he hunched as he fisted his hair. “Ezra?” Evidence of his anguish to come was unmistakable in the catch of his voice.Ezra’s was solid. “Yes?”“Don’t let me kill myself.
— Scarlett Dawn, King Cave
That’s rich, coming from you, Hellcat, I would’ve thought it was impossible for a Vampire to get grey hairs until I met you! (Alexander)
— Sharon Hannaford, All Hell Breaks Loose
Zeke's snort sounded suspiciously like laughter. "Allie you're a beautiful, exotic-looking vampire girl with a katana. Trust me, if anyone is going to attract attention, it's not going to be me.
— Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules
I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
— Richelle Mead, Blood Promise
You're sadly fucked up. And really homo, too."Jared scowled. "Bisexual, fuck you very much, and unless I yank your dong it's none of your business anyway.
— Theda Black, The Vampire's Boy
I rose swiftly and struck him across the cheek, hard enough to make my palm sting. He gaped at me. 'I do not want your damned money. I want you to answer me.' Carefully, he fingered his jaw. There was something new and strange in his gaze, sharp, intent enough to make me wary. 'I do believe I've forgotten the question.' 
— Aislinn Kerry, Blood and Roses
The Bloodsucker Queen has lived for what, a millennium? She can wait on her decaying ass a little while longer.
— Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger
The shirt says; 'I bite.' You prick, not 'I blo
— Antoinette Houston
As I came down the stairs, all attention turned from the girls, and everyone looked to me as though this were some sort of drama taking place on a stage, and I was the scorned lover come to confront my erstwhile beloved. I was not. I was just a whore, nothing else. Nothing more.
— Aislinn Kerry, Blood and Roses
He knew how hot those rumbly-grumbly, gravel-voiced noises made her: hotter than two rats wrestling in a wool sock…only not as scratchy. Or as smelly. Probably less squeaky, too. But she had to be strong. For the sake of her children. For the sake of her winery. For the sake of her poor, battered heart. For the sake of this story, which would be over far too quickly if she gave in to him now.
— Nine Naughty Novelists, The Zillionaire Vampire Cowboy's Secret Werewolf Babies
We’re only five years apart,” I said defiantly. “If you look at some of those dysfunctional vampyre relationships, we’re near normal.
— Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger
Still, she stood looking fabulous like a princess should, licking her blood red lips the moment she laid her eyes on the beautiful prince. It was appetite on first sight.
— Cameron Jace
…Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.
— James Michael Rice, The Still
He leaned toward me. Suddenly the space between us shrank."I will do everything in my power to ensure your survival, and should the need arise, I will put myself between danger and you." His voice was quiet and intimate. "Do not hesitate to use me as your shield."His voice sent tiny shivers through me.Wow.
— Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep
There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.
— Rachel Caine, Daylighters
She would never know she was still alive because of me.
— Rita Dinis, Tabula Rasa
Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal—all-powerful beings—and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn’t have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.
— Michelle M. Pillow, The Jaded Hunter
Max raised the mallet. He stared into her face and wished he could say he was sorry, that he didn't want to do it. When he slammed the mallet down, with an echoing bang, he heard a high, piercing scream and almost screamed himself, believing for an instant it was her, still somehow alive; then realized it was Rudy. Max was powerfully built, with his, deep water-buffalo chest and Dutch farmer's shoulders. With the first blow he had driven the stake over two-thirds of the way in. He only needed to bring the mallet down once more. The blood that squelched up around the wood was cold and had a sticky, viscous consistency.Max swayed, his head light. His father took his arm.'Goot,' Abraham whispered into his ear, his arms around him, squeezing him so tightly his ribs creaked. Max felt a little thrill of pleasure - an automatic reaction to the intense, unmistakable affection of his father's embrace - and was sickened by it. 'To do offense to the house of the human spirit, even after its tenant depart, is no easy thing, I know.'("Abraham's Boys")
— Joe Hill, 20th Century Ghosts
In its timeless capacity to embody the human condition, the vampire is a poignant metaphor describing the psychosocial experience of the pariah - the outsider. The vampire is the Other that used to be human. The diseased, the mentally challenged, the homeless and hungry, ......are all vampires in a way; the other who used to be human, the invisible who casts no reflection among us.
— Katherine Ramsland, The Science of Vampires
Muscles contract somewhere above the roof of my mouth, pumping venom into her bloodstream. Kelly cries out, a gasp of pain that turns suddenly to moans of euphoria as the carotids rush the narcotic serum directly to her brain. Her knees buckle, and I reach down to steady her — one arm over her breasts, the other around her waist as I hold her tightly to myself. Then the blood begins to flow, seeping out of the wounds I have made, and I put my lips to her skin and drink.There are no words adequate to describe it. My mind explodes with a wash of light and color, swirling and dancing before my eyes. Then the Sharing truly begins, and I can see inside her: images of her memories, her thoughts, her hopes and dreams, the way she remembers her past and how she imagines her future. Her joys; her grief; that which she loves and that she despises, what stirs her fire and chills her bones. And through it all, I feel the touch of her presence, and I know that she sees the same things inside of me.Blood is more than matter, more than plasma and hemoglobin. Blood is life, the river on which the spirit flows. And as Kelly's blood flows into me, it carries her life with it, until my soul entwines with hers. She has given a part of herself to me, and from this day forth we are bound to each other.
— Chris Lester, Huntress
Sunlight dusts them
—  Water is damp
I let my face go blank and nodded slowly. "Yes. The trolls. Back. With me. Cannot form. Complete sentences." I shook my head. "Yeah, so not happening.
— Kiersten White, Supernaturally
Inching into the room, it’s clear something is wrong here. There’s a tingling sensation up my legs and back before I can even really focus on the parlor’s details. There are silhouettes of people, but I can see through them. It’s like shadows were cast and left behind to do as they please. Lost in the surreal sight of them for a moment, I inch further into the room without noticing that some were now moving behind me.There is no warning. I’m suddenly in the air, and moving backward rapidly toward the wall. It’s almost a full second before my body registers the actual pain of the blow my stomach just took. Being hit by a car doesn't even compare to this, and I didn't even see it coming.“For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing my head. These things are like Lucy; the disembodied dead who haven’t moved on. I've never met others that can actually touch things physically, they must be fairly potent.I pull my face out of the hole it had been planted in, letting plaster dust fall, coating my chest and legs like snow. Looking around quickly I try to gauge my surroundings. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there. Is one easy night, without a huge dry-cleaning bill, too much to ask for these days?I only have time to dwell on it a moment before my head is bouncing off the hardwood floor; once, twice, and then a third time in quick succession. Now ‘pick splinters out of my forehead’ can be added to my Saturday night to-do list. Damn it, this is not going as planned.
— Dennis Sharpe, Blood & Spirits
Then Chameroy spoke. 'You always put the blame on opium, but as I see it the case of Freneuse is much more complicated. Him, an invalid? No - a character from the tales of Hoffmann! Have you never taken the trouble to look at him carefully? That pallor of decay; the twitching of his bony hands, more Japanese than chrysanthemums; the arabesque profile; that vampiric emaciation - has all of that never given you cause to reflect? In spite of his supple body and his callow face Freneuse is a hundred thousand years old. That man has lived before, in ancient times under the reigns of Heliogabalus, Alexander IV and the last of the Valois. What am I saying? That man is Henri III himself. I have in my library an edition of Ronsard - a rare edition, bound in pigskin with metal trimmings - which contains a portrait of Henri engraved on vellum. One of these nights I will bring the volume here to show you, and you may judge for yourselves. Apart from the ruff, the doublet and the earrings, you would believe that you were looking at the Due de Freneuse. As far as I'm concerned, his presence here inevitably makes me ill - and so long as he is present, there is such an oppression, such a heaviness...
— Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas
A young man held a young woman in his arms, her head leaned to one side, her eyes empty and still. He was shadowed, but I saw that the figure was kissing the girl's neck. No that wasn't it. As I moved closer I saw what it was. She was unmoving, a statue, while he sucked on her bleeding neck. I was cold with fear, yet I moved closer ... mesmerised
— Stella Coulson, Whitby After Dark - A Vampire Novella & Dark Poetry
The horror of what I saw chilled me to the bone. Blood glistened on my friend's lips. He knelt down and whispered something I could not hear. Star then stopped attacking, and to lay down to sleep. What the hell had he done to my dog? Just how much of a chance did I have to live through the next few moments of my life? I turned and ran as fast as I could, heart thudding in my chest. I ran down the pier, running for my life. Something came in front of me and grabbed me. It was Drew. He held my arms still in front of him. He stared intently into my eyes.
— Stella Coulson, Whitby After Dark - Volume 1
That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir
She’d found him. She’d helped him. She’d saved him. He was hers. And they’d taken him away, ripped him from her arms, literally.
— Laura Kaye, Seduced by the Vampire King
His ears caught a sweet chiming noise, and a moment later a warm rush fell over his body. How we doing Rhage? Too hot? Butch's voice. Up close. The cop was in the shower with him. And he smelled Turkish tobacco. V must be in the bathroom too. Hollywood? This too hot for you? No. He reached around for the soap, fumbling. Can't see. Just as well. No reason for you to know what we look naked together. Frankly, I'm traumatized enough for the both of us. Rhage smiled a little as a washcloth scrubbed over his face, neck and chest.
— J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
— Simon Okill, Luna Sanguis
Do not fear the dark for you are never truly alone. Embrace your' fear for it will bring you strength in your' greatest time of need.
— Lyn Gibson, To Be His Soulmate
You four are a whole other breed.
— Scarlett Dawn, King Hall
Welcome to Ruler’s purgatory. It’s the special club you love to hate.
— Scarlett Dawn, King Hall
At least, my boobs weren’t showing this time.
— Scarlett Dawn, King Hall
He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave him. He just wanted in.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
Kylie flopped back against the seat again, enjoying the look of disbelief on the vampire’s face a littletoo much. “Would you like a name of a good doctor who will schedule your little snip-snip operation?”she bit out.
— C.C. Hunter
Ah, this delicious night air,' she said, luxuriously sniffing in the coolness. 'Night air and gardening are the great tonics. There is nothing so stimulating as bare contact with rich mother earth. You are never so fresh as when you have been grubbing in the soil - black hands, black nails, and boots covered with mud.' She gave her great jovial laugh.'I'm a glutton for air and earth,' she said. 'Positively I look forward to death, for then I shall be buried and have the kind earth all round me. No leaden caskets for me - I have given explicit directions. But what shall I do about air? Well, I suppose one can't have everything.'("Mrs. Amworth")
— E.F. Benson, Monster Mix
And suddenly he thought, I'm the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
— Richard Matheson
I'm not leaving you. We still have a chance." "How?"Kayson's voice echoes his hopelessness. He's already given up."Hey, as long as we are still breathing, we still have a chance. If you quit, then you're quitting on me too.
— Brandy Nacole, Broken Faith
That night, in the dark, dressed to kill, I lost my life—and became twenty forever.
— Pat   Henshaw, The Vampire's Food Chain
She took hold of him through his pants. "I want this inside me five minutes ago.
— Amber Belldene, Blood Entangled
That was probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me." "What? Almost falling in a ditch?""No, being carried by a girl.
— Brandy Nacole, Broken Faith
You and I, Mia. We have needs that must be attended. I will look after yours, and you will look after mine.” He sighs, and his fingers move to his suit jacket and deftly undoes the buttons, letting it fall open to reveal a smart black shirt and tie underneath. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long.
— Claire C. Riley
As usual I was working the graveyard shift—an irony I reveled in—at an emergency call center. What other shift would a vampire feel comfortable working?
— Pat   Henshaw, The Vampire's Food Chain
You believe me, don’t you? You really do. Why do you believe me? Did Anechka do something to you? Now I owe you; and I may look little, but I know how to fight. I learned by fighting with Hargis. I’ll kick her ass if she hurts you, Lane; just tell me—what did she do? -- Blayne Giano O'hicidhe
— Wynter Wilkins, Strigoi
You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. --Lane DeLuca
— Wynter Wilkins, Strigoi
So, you don’t drink much,” he said. “What about food?”	“No, I don’t eat food. I tried it once a long time ago when I was still a young vamp. It tasted good, but my body rejected it.”	“Don’t feel bad. My body rejects food on occasion too,” Greg said, and she grinned. A sense of humor was always a plus for a man.
— Mary Abshire, Welcome to the Neighborhood
Fear of change was a weakness
— J.R. Ward, Lover at Last
Never be fooled by what you see. It's what you do not see that will kill you.
— Ash Krafton, Blood Rush
I pulled out my mp3 player and stuck the buds in, and letting out a big breath, I started to scroll through my music for something appropriate to kill by. John Tesh, it is.
— Derekica Snake, Cinder
Louis found me in the rear parlor, the one more distant from the noises of the tourists in the Rue Royale, and with its windows open to the courtyard below. I was in fact looking out the window, looking for the cat again, though I didn't tell myself so, and observing how our bougainvillea had all but covered the high walls that enclosed us and kept us safe from the rest of the world. The wisteria was also fierce in its growth, even reaching out from the brick walls to the railing of the rear balcony and finding its way up to the roof. I could never quite take for granted the lush flowers of New Orleans. Indeed, they filled me with happiness whenever I stopped to really look at them and surrender to their fragrance, as though I still had the right to do so, as though I still were part of nature, as though I were still a mortal man.
— Anne Rice, Merrick
Nothing here is like fighting vampires,' I said. 'It's more like fighting smoke. I think I liked it when I had an actual enemy to face.''Oh, don't worry, you have some. We just haven't seen them yet,' Jesse said. 'But we will. And wham we do...' She showed fang, just a flash; anybody who happened to catch a glimpse would have doubted their sanity, especially since the teeth disappeared in a flash. 'When we do, we'll settle this Morganville style.
— Rachel Caine, Fall of Night
Some things aren’t meant for sunlight. The only place for them is in the shadows.
— Ash Krafton, Bleeding Hearts
But first on earth as vampire sentThy corpse shall from its tomb be rentThen gastly haunt thy native placeAnd suck the blood of all thy race
— George Gordon Byron, Byron's Poetical Work
Did you feel it? Did you feel the darkness in their souls and their countless evil deeds? Their fate was to die in my grasp, beneath the sting of my bite.
— Demetri Bithanos from the Dragon Queen Series
And honestly, given the choice of facing my mother or a vampire, I think I'd always choose the latter.
— Krystle Jones
Even a deep chick like me needed to have a shallow spot somewhere inside.
— Ash Krafton, Bleeding Hearts
...I remember that my mother had always said to be polite and finish my meal. At last he gave no more struggles. The deed was done. Now the boat contained four men, not one heartbeat among us. The fate they had destined for another claimed them as well. The irony of it all was more delicious than the blood consumed. -- Quote by Lane DeLuca
— Wynter Wilkins, Strigoi
Unlike written words which can mend those leaving the tip of your tongue never bend.
— R.J. Green, Grey and Honies
Love is the line that draws the shape of God. --Bleeding Hearts (Demimonde #1)
— Ash Krafton
I never imagined being undead would be so much work,” Jeff lamented.“Being a ‘vampire’ takes no work at all,” Timothy emphasized vampire. “It’s surviving that takes all the work.
— Ben Tousey, God's Madmen
I need to be a vampire," she said. "and I want one of them to make it happen. Michael will do fine. I don't care who turns me. The important thing is that if I change, I'll be a princess."I was wrong. She was really crazy.
— Rachel Caine, All Hallows
Raymond continued circling me, and I looked back at him. “Anyway, I know Lilith hates your guts, and she would have killed you yesterday if you hadn’t managed to escape.”He stopped and stepped closer, I didn’t back away. His gaze traveled the length of my body and fixed on my face, he seemed to like what he saw. I barely kept myself from flinching. “If I were king, things would be different. I could make you my queen.” Eew. I left my face blank, and raised an eyebrow. “Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I’m not really into necrophilia.
— Natalie Herzer, The Hunt is On
We have souls, little slices of infinity inside us, and anyone with a soul couldn’t be forgotten by God. He’d never leave behind a part of Himself.
— Ash Krafton, Bleeding Hearts
Even Tom Cruise made a better-looking vampire on-screen, which up until this day had been one of my biggest disappointments.
— Ash Krafton, Bleeding Hearts
Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.
— Jim Butcher, Cold Days
...and Lucy." She looked like she might cry.'What about her?'"Lucy smells like food." She nearly gagged saying it.'Sol, all that's normal. Lucy smelled good before I turned, and now she smells even better. But I haven't tried to eat her face and neither will you.'"She's not safe in this house."'Safer than out there,' I argued, even though I agreed with her. 'Look, you used to eat hamburgers.'She blinked, confused. "So?"'So, did you ever walk through one of the farms at a field party and suddenly try to eat a cow?'"Um, no." Her chuckle was watery but it was better than nothing. "And, ew."'Exactly. You can crave blood and not eat your best friend.
— Alyxandra Harvey, Out for Blood
She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.
— Travis Luedke, The Nightlife: Las Vegas
Lovely Arra Sails,nectar to all males,how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!
— Darren Shan, Ocean of Blood
What's the matter with you?" I hissed at her as we followed Kieran and Solange inside.'She's royalty!'"And a vampire, remember?"'Oh yeah,' Chloe paused. 'Nope, princess trumps vampire.
— Alyxandra Harvey, Out for Blood
Right. I can see it now. Merry Christmas, everybody! And by the way, did I tell you I'm a vampire? No need to pass the gravy, just bare your neck-
— Kerrelyn Sparks, A Very Vampy Christmas
It all seemed so impossible, so difficult after searching for her, not knowing for so long. How many times had his daughter suffered some human sickness, death or heartache over the course of her many lifetimes? How many times had she loved, cried and been without her father when she most needed him most?
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
Her fingers dug into the doorframe she leaned on, hoping and praying that he would just step out of the shadows and kiss her the way he had done so often in her dreams.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
We’re soldiers, Emily. If we’re not elders or council members then that’s all we are. We’re here to serve those above us. We’re novel worthy, day walking, blood sucking, tortured souls trapped in a body that can’t die for all eternity with no feelings, no emotions and no heart. We don’t get to feel love, passion or desire. We do as we’re told, for the good of the clan and because we’re told to do it. And we protect people. So whatever grand delusions you have about being some kind of wonderful child and the master’s favorite are just misguided attempts to feel human again. Get over it.
— Elaine  White, Runaway Girl
This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.
— Michelle M. Pillow, The Jaded Hunter
He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.
— Michelle M. Pillow, The Jaded Hunter
Times moves differently down here in the dark. With no sunlight or shadows. No weather at all. There's no future, no right now. Nothing but your memory to keep you company. But they keep me so angry and weak. I can barely think straight. How long have I been locked up...wuuks? months? I don't even konow how I got to this place. There are times I don't even know who I am anymore.
— Scott Snyder, American Vampire, Vol. 2
Relax, it only hurts a little,” she murmured in Edwin’s ear as she stroked his head and shoulders from behind. “What you feel later more than makes up for it.”“But will I…will I have to drink blood after I am…initiated?”“Don’t worry, Edwin. I promise it will be many years before either you or Ophelia will need to seek your sustenance in such a manner.” Hamlet kissed his cheek. “Are you ready?”Edwin nodded. Closing his eyes, he turned his head slightly to give Hamlet easier access. He felt a momentary pinch and then…Ecstasy! Overwhelming warmth flooded his veins as colors exploded in his mind and a feeling of euphoria lifted him from the bed to the skies. He was flying free from the confines of his body. He soared above the clouds…heading into the stars.“Wonderful, isn’t it?” Ophelia giggled and clapped her hands. “I wish I could experience it more often, but Hamlet says it’s even better once you’re on the receiving end.”He opened his eyes slowly. Still light-headed, Edwin observed the gaze of mutual pleasure in Hamlet’s dark eyes. His sensual lips glistened with tint of red. Instead of horror or aversion, Edwin felt complete peace and contentment.“Thank you.” Without hesitation Edwin pulled Hamlet's lips to his and kissed him.
— Cindy A. Matthews, Blood Bond
I must have roamed dementedly about for a time in the streets. When I at last got back to my own place, Faustine was again there ahead of me, coiled torpid in the bed like a loathsome boa-constrictor. She was already in the never-never land where ghouls like her belonged. I covered her face with one of the pillows, pressed down upon it with the weight of my whole body, held it there until she should have been dead ten times over. Yet when I removed the pillow to look, the black of strangulation was missing from her face. She was still in that state of suspended animation that defied me, a taunting smile visible about her lips.I had a gun in my valise, from years before when I'd been on an engineering job in the jungles of Ecuador. I got it out, looked it over. It was still in good working order, although it only had one bullet left in it. That one would be enough. She wasn't going to escape me! I pressed the muzzle to her smooth white forehead, mid-center. "Die, damn you!" I growled, and pulled the trigger back. It exploded with a crash. A film of smoke hid her face from me for a minute. When it had cleared again, I looked.There was no bullet-hole in her skull!A black powder-smudge marked the point of contact. The gun dropped to the floor with a thud. That ineradicable smile still glimmered up at me, as if to say: "You see? You can't." I rubbed my finger over the black; the skin was unbroken underneath. A blank cartridge, that must have been it. I raised her head; there was a rent in the sheet under it. I probed through it with two fingers. I could feel the bullet lying imbedded down in the stuffing of the mattress.("Vampire's Honeymoon)
— Cornell Woolrich, Vampire's Honeymoon
She was beautiful, only hers was the dark beauty of night, just as Sherry's was the bright beauty of daytime. Her hair was raven-black, ending in a sort of widow's peak low on her forehead, and her face and arms were alabaster- white. Her gown was a clinging thing of swirling black, almost like smoke, and two peculiar shoulder-draperies she wore, hanging down loosely and caught at the wrists, almost suggested great triangular wings when her arms were in motion.Her lips were a red gash in the pallor of her face, and they glistened as though she had daubed them with fresh blood instead of rouge."What's your name?" I asked."Call me Faustine," she said low. I saw her staring fixedly at me, with a sort of half-smile on her face, but her gaze rested a little lower than my own face. I fingered my neck uneasily. "Is there something on my collar?"("Vampire's Honeymoon")
— Cornell Woolrich, Vampire's Honeymoon
His lips were practically grazing my nose. His gray eyes were so intense I could feel them reach my soul—if that were possible, anyways. With a smile so devious on his face and in his eyes Xavier whispered, "I can tell that every part of you wants to give in to what I am. The feeling that you feel right now is consuming. I’ve been there before, Ava. You can’t deny everything much longer."	Closing my eyes, and swallowing back every temptation I felt, I backed away from his warmth. I opened my eyes to see his eyes searching my face in pure awe.		"Watch me," I challenged.
— Barbara C. Doyle
We aren't the good guys, Anita. We're the necessary guys. -Edward
— Laurell K. Hamilton, Skin Trade
I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.
— Melissa de la Cruz, Gates of Paradise
You know," I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here," he said.
— Rachel Caine, Bitter Blood
I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in Him -barely- as long as He let me sleep in on Sundays.
— Richelle Mead
To Love another unconditionally, is to make the ultimate sacrifice...
— Whitney T. Hines, Pain & Pleasure:
He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.
— J.R. Ward
You do not know your vampire nature. You are like an adult who, looking back on his childhood, realizes that he never appreciated it. You cannot, as a man, go back to the nursery and play with your toys, asking for the love and care to be showered on you again simply because now you know their worth. So it is with you and mortal nature. You've given it up. You no longer look "through a glass darkly." But you cannot pass back to the world of human warmth with your new eyes.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire