“I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.”
“Vampires? You think vampires are real? Seriously?""The werewolf is asking me if I believe in vampires?”
“No more relaxing around the Chateau or on the beach, no more balls or fancy dresses. Okay, well maybe balls; I did love to dance, but that would have to wait for later. After I kicked some serious evil vampire butt.”
“A vampire?” He laughed. Upon seeing my face he abruptly stopped. “Oh, you were serious?” he said questioningly.-Michael Lyons”
“I'm not a vampire" he snapped."Well, you drink blood to live and you have retractable fangs just like your wings. I'd say that makes you a vampire." I thought for a moment. "Or a Venezuelan fruit bat."Michael was not amused.”
“I'm a vampire. I have secret powers".."Actually, your mom let me in" -Michael Glass”