I tell myself that this is okay, but I realize that I don’t have to. This is what I want. Him. Me. Close

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...

Common courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we've been formally introduced.

When we turn,is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?

The newly developed snarky side of my personality wanted to tell him 'There's no crying in vamp battles.

Even bipolar vampires needed sleep from time to time, and he was well past his recommended safe dosage of stress.

I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing. But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess.

As the middle child of the Laurel Canyon Adams Family, Whit was surprisingly chill on the subject of ampire-vays.

You have to stop doing, you know, human stuff,” I called. “It is seriously creepy coming from a wolf.

Don't you see? The catastrophe is me. My very existence is an affront to everything that is natural and good.

You're a vampire?""Yes.""So what does that make me, your victim?""You're clearly not as dumb as you look.

Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.