Love, really? We’re vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.
Writing Vampire Erotica is like writing sex scenes for porcupines.
Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.
Nico looked so devilishly handsome under the spilling glow of the moon.
the Communists won’t ever be able to take away from you.
Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.