Stupid Romanian bloodsucker. He was lucky I hadn’t bestowed another exalted scar on his imperial body.

Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.

Beautiful night, isn’t it, Police Girl? It’s especially beautiful if you’re a bloodsucker.

I’ve just been bitten on the neck by a vampire… mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?