Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

Good. If you checked your e-mail every five minutes, or keep texting and Tweeting in the middle of our conversation, I might snap your neck out of sheer principle.

You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones

Then he leaned down, breath warm on my neck as he whispered his next words. "You've wondered if I felt differently about you since your abilities diminished. Let this serve as your answer.

So that makes him, like, your fang granddaddy.

Lewis obediently stared at her, and Kira tried to make her voice sound confident. "You don’t feel anything. You’re not afraid." "I am," came Vlad’s immediate reply. "If you tell him wolves are the children of the night next, I might hurt myself laughing."

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!