Really sucked the red off of all my candy.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.
Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.
It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.
Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!