I love the Underworld movies because the vampires arent automatically evil, yet neither are they basically humans with fangs.

Sweet bleedin’ Christ,” Bones interrupted. “Try not to let this turn you into a Ghost Whisperer, hmm? Adopting Fabian is one thing, but we’re already turning away spooks by the dozen. If you want another pet, we’ll get you more cats.

Kitten, you need to make a decision. Either we stay here and behave or we leave now and I promise you”—his voice dipped lower and the words fell against my lips—“if we leave, I won’t behave.

How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.

More of that hair-raising energy rolled out of Vlad, until I was rubbing my arms to chase the tingling sensations away. Was this what Marty meant when he told me vampires could measure each others’ strength by feeling their auras? If so, then Vlad’s had Badass: Do Not Engage written all over it.

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

Where are we going? You never told me." "My home in Romania." Wow, this guy wasn’t kidding with his Dracula fixation.