Vampires,after all,don't sparkle.

Vlad decided that teachers' ideas were a lot like bunches of garlic-intriguing from afar, but up close sadly sickening and, if you weren't careful, DEADLY.

I'm too tired to reign over vampirekind, let alone enslave the human race.

Vlad made a mental note to amend the friend code: thou shalt not date the girl that thy best friend has a crush on...nor shalt thou try sticking thy best friend in the chest with a sharp hunk of wood.

According to his dad's journal, vampires had been through some of the worst epidemics in history. And apparently, during the days of the Black Plague, their biggest complaint had been rotten "food".

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

Vlad blinked, unsure where her question was coming from and, more importantly, where it was going.