Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.

It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

You should take more pride in your appearance,” I tell him. “You'll never attract girls with an ugly mug like that.

Cirque du Freak' is the best vampire series ever.

What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!

Childhood is the purest state. The pure of heart never leave it behind. Their life merely takes them on a cirtuitous route away from, and then back to it.