Sister, they send you out for one and you bring back two... and a half. Such a clever girl.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

It's not a good feeling--knowing that you profoundly deserve the title of monster. It's better to be kind than to feel guilty.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

You can't trust a vampire, trust me

I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... if that's what I am.