Love is a terrible weakness. It gives your enemies a perfect target, clouds your judgement, makes you reckless... and that's on a good day.

Slumber party with Dracula, all things considerd why not?

The dungeon image helped. "You need to let Maximus go," I stated, my voice stronger now. "No. Wine?

I’m the only authentic Vlad. Everyone else is merely an envious imitation.

Movies. Drinks. Headless chickens. You know, girl stuff.

Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires-" "Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand," Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?