I'll take Shadowhunter, then. Because from what I've experienced of vampires, you mostly suck. No pun intended.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.

Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are the flame.

Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.

Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.