Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand. Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle.
I’m the only authentic Vlad. Everyone else is merely an envious imitation.
Of course he wouldn't hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?
I know I'm delicious. Nummy. . . . . nummy. -Vlad
Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.
This is Morbidia," said Vlad. "Although she's been calling herself Tracy lately, to be cool.
He was impolite while making a point? This is Vlad the Impaler. His points usually come at the end of a long pole.
Vlad decided that teachers' ideas were a lot like bunches of garlic-intriguing from afar, but up close sadly sickening and, if you weren't careful, DEADLY.
I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin. ” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.
Words. ” His tone sharpened. “I shared my house, my bed, and my blood with you, as well as offered you a place in my life forever. What are words compared to that?” I sighed, my anger dissipating as quickly as his flames had. “Oh, Vlad, if you believed that, you would’ve told me what I wanted to hear to just appease me. You didn’t, which proves saying ‘I love you’ means more to you than everything else.
Are you having performance issues?” I asked in surprise. “Bite your tongue,” Vlad said, with a snort. “I was seeing if Dermot understood sign language, but from the look on his face, it seems not.
Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another. " pg 69 Tomas to Vlad
We have to leave!" I said to Vlad. "Now. " "Run, Forest, run!" Vlad mocked. "Stow it, Drac," I snapped
Don’t take your hands off me even once tonight. ” (Vlad)
Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull?" Bones shot back. "How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?" "What, did Anne Rice not return your calls, mate?" Vlad asked scathingly. "Jealousy is such an ugly trait.
Vlad blinked, unsure where her question was coming from and, more importantly, where it was going.
