It was a night like this when I first got bit, and he said, "Bud, I just saved your life. Stop that incessant crying because I swear that ding never felt so good." And it hurt like Hell, and I don't quite remember the next little bit, but I woke up in late December in a coffin in the ground with the earth pouring down and I thought, "Oh shit, this is it." But I clawed my way to the surface and standing up top was the man who'd just put me underground. So I ripped off his scarf, dug into his throat till I hit the spine. (You could see the shock in his eyes until the second he died.) Then I dug my claws into his still warm and beating chest and I ripped the muscle out from under his black vest and I thought with a grin as he gave his final hiss, "Well... I could do this."

I don't love anyone anymore despite what readers may think, and I'll rip out the throat of anybody who ever thought otherwise. I'm dead inside, and I don't think anyone knows quite what it's like. No, I don't think that they realize... but I'll rip out your throat if you even try. I'm dead inside.

I've seen two world wars, the Spanish Inquisition, the Berlin Wall rise and fall and hell, I've even seen Zeppelin. Two Lenins (one music and one politics) and I can recall the day that each of them died and it made me sick. I fell in love once before I crossed over, her name was Lucille and when she discovered what I'd become she drove a stake between my ribs. (Missing my heart by inches.) But oh, the blood spurts from the beat of her pulse as I sunk my teeth into her tense and screaming throat! It was almost as relieving as being alive... I haven't felt that good since the day I died. If I had the chance I don't know that I'd do this again, I'd probably just accept my fate and meet the end cause' I'm so cold, so alone, so damn sick and tired. Don't look at me with those eyes.

I don't love anyone anymore despite what readers may think, and I'll rip out the throat of anybody who ever thought otherwise. I'm dead inside, and I don't think anyone knows quite what it's like. No, I don't think that they realize... but I'll rip out your throat if you even try. I'm dead inside.

You won't see me in the day; I don't sparkle in sunlight, I just disintegrate don't get me confused with twilight. I don't drive a Volvo, I roll in a Hearse. I won't eat deer or pork or steak, I want your blood and I'm thirsty. I'm not here to be your vampire lover. Bitch, you're seventeen and that's pedophilia. I don't take sloppy seconds from werewolves, and I swear you can love me but you're still gonna' die.

I don't love anyone anymore despite what readers may think, and I'll rip out the throat of anybody who ever thought otherwise. I'm dead inside, and I don't think anyone knows quite what it's like. No, I don't think that they realize... but I'll rip out your throat if you even try. I'm dead inside.