“You weak-willed, jealous sack of vampire spit.”

“Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.”

“Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.”

“The woman glanced at Nina as if for support, but the vampire was stifling a laugh, badly.”

“Double damn. I was a harlot. I was a freaking vampire hussy.”

“Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.”

“Death and blood didn’t turn on a vampire. Fear and the chance to take blood did. There was a difference.”