He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, “I vant to drink your blood” in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen.“!
She smells better,” Claire said. “And she made me cookies.
Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I’ll stick with being manly and heavily armed.
Bite me, Dracula.
What in the hell is going on around here?” she yelled. “Could you guys keep it down to aircraft-carrier noise?
In this whole screwed up town, you’re the only thing that’s always been right to me,” He whispered. “I love you, Claire” said Shane.
Screw that, the questionn at hand is what’s your major?” Oded said. “Because let me tell you right now, any answer other than World of Warcraft or Advanced Ninja Studies will not be accepted.
There were a few things scarier than a bipolar vampire off his meds, but to be honest, not that many.
I’d feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn’t think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.
You’re sure he’s not a vampire?′ Claire said.‘I’ve seen movies. They’re sneaky.’ She was kidding. Eve didn’t smile.
Lewis and I played my-God-how-tacky-is-that? with Patrick’s collection of objets d’crap, finally coming to the conclusion that only a going-out-of-business sale at a whorehouse could really explain a lot of it.
I love it when you talk dirty physics.
Shane groaned. “Yo, Drama Princess, want to tone it down a little? Somewhere, Sandra Bernhardt wants her tantrum back.
Patrick walked in dressed in an utterly unmentionable bathrobe. I was pretty sure that Disney wouldn’t have approved of what their cartoon characters were doing on that dark blue satin background. On the other hand, I was really glad he had on the bathrobe.
Hello again, I said to death. I was resigned, if not ready.
Could you maybe not admire the evil enemy quite as much, and focus on how we’re going to get out of this?
Clumsiness would be just as deadly an opponent.
Can we agree to a decent working rapport, here? Because I really don’t have time for this, and I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh –.
Because I’m a girl, Claire thought. She was barely able to contain the relief welling up inside her. Because we’re all stupid and insecure and think that we’re never, ever good enough.
Shred all that, then take the pieces to the incinerator at the end of the hall for burning. I like to be thorough.