#vampirecountdown

It ain't what's goin' on, son. It's what's comin' off. Your face. Clean off.

Do you like daisies? I plant them but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies.

I’ve done bad things. I’m bad.

Your wife has a beautiful neck.

Humankind dies one way, we another. Their end is final. Ours is not. In the earth, in rotting wood, in the eternal darkness, we will see and hear and feel.  

Love isn't brains, children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to do its will. I may be love's bitch but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.