No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner.

I can give you honesty, monogamy, and more passion than you can stand, but not love. That emotion died in me long ago, as I suspect you already know.

He was impolite while making a point? This is Vlad the Impaler. His points usually come at the end of a long pole.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed for an instant before Vlad bit into his wrist, pooling up two deep crimson holes. “Then come,” he said, holding it out. “And taste mine.

It must be important or he wouldn't dare disturb me now,” he muttered. Then he drew away to look at me. “If it's not, I'll kill him and return to you directly.