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The Last Vampire
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“H-how do you think our love story ranks among the greats?” she asks through a watery grin.
He gives her a sad smile. “Better than Romeo and Juliet.”
“And Jane and Rochester.”
“And Elizabeth and Darcy,” he says, his voice tender. "William and Lorena. Ours will be the best story never told.”
”Lorena and William sounds better.”
“Always trying to get the last word.”
― The Last Vampire
He gives her a sad smile. “Better than Romeo and Juliet.”
“And Jane and Rochester.”
“And Elizabeth and Darcy,” he says, his voice tender. "William and Lorena. Ours will be the best story never told.”
”Lorena and William sounds better.”
“Always trying to get the last word.”
― The Last Vampire
“It is getting late, and I must beat the dawn."
"It's only the nightingale you hear," she whispers.
His lips curve into a mournful smile, and he loves her all the more for the Romeo and Juliet reference. He brings her hands to his lips and kisses her skin in a final farewell.
"I am afraid it is the lark.”
― The Last Vampire
"It's only the nightingale you hear," she whispers.
His lips curve into a mournful smile, and he loves her all the more for the Romeo and Juliet reference. He brings her hands to his lips and kisses her skin in a final farewell.
"I am afraid it is the lark.”
― The Last Vampire
“Then his lips part— and I gasp as a chilly tingle whispers across my body, like stepping outdoors on a frigid night. Far from painful, the touch of winter is soothing.
Because inside, I’m on fire.”
― The Last Vampire
Because inside, I’m on fire.”
― The Last Vampire
“When I spoke of Count Dracula being a monster because he was drunk on power, William looked as he had taken my assessment personally. Probably because at this moment he is literally the most powerful being on Earth.
He's been lying to me from the start. He's worse than Rochester, Darcy, and Dracula put together.
Yet as easy as it would be to write him off as a monster, William just nearly gave his life to protect mine.
And worst of all, Salma is right.
I'm in love with him.”
― The Last Vampire
He's been lying to me from the start. He's worse than Rochester, Darcy, and Dracula put together.
Yet as easy as it would be to write him off as a monster, William just nearly gave his life to protect mine.
And worst of all, Salma is right.
I'm in love with him.”
― The Last Vampire
“We have been discussing Jonathan Harker and Dracula, but by now you should also have met Lucy and Mina. We already heard from Lorena and Salma on this matter a couple of days ago, so I will ask the rest of you: What do you make of them?”
No one says anything right away.
In my peripheral vision, I see Salma’s head turn toward me, and I meet her gaze for the first time today. And even though our teacher was specifically not asking us, she volunteers an answer anyway.
“I think they had a great friendship until Dracula came along.”
― The Last Vampire
No one says anything right away.
In my peripheral vision, I see Salma’s head turn toward me, and I meet her gaze for the first time today. And even though our teacher was specifically not asking us, she volunteers an answer anyway.
“I think they had a great friendship until Dracula came along.”
― The Last Vampire
“She knows this novel much better than I do.”
I’m not just saying it to make amends. It’s true.
“Actually, you’re the newly crowned expert,” says Salma without looking at me.
Our teacher is still staring at me like she’s trying to figure something out, and not for the first time, I get the sense she knows all my secrets.
“You can keep your crown,” I say, and I hear Tiffany’s heavy exhale, like Salma and I are being childish. “I don’t know why any woman would like this novel, given how misogynistic it is. Lucy is pretty much the portrait of a damsel in distress, and she and Mina and the brides of Dracula are only seen through the male gaze.”
“That’s ridiculously reductive,” says Salma in a haughty tone that reminds me of William. “Mina is the strongest character in the book. She defies gender roles by playing a crucial part in defeating Dracula. She’s the fu-reaking heroine of the story!”
― The Last Vampire
I’m not just saying it to make amends. It’s true.
“Actually, you’re the newly crowned expert,” says Salma without looking at me.
Our teacher is still staring at me like she’s trying to figure something out, and not for the first time, I get the sense she knows all my secrets.
“You can keep your crown,” I say, and I hear Tiffany’s heavy exhale, like Salma and I are being childish. “I don’t know why any woman would like this novel, given how misogynistic it is. Lucy is pretty much the portrait of a damsel in distress, and she and Mina and the brides of Dracula are only seen through the male gaze.”
“That’s ridiculously reductive,” says Salma in a haughty tone that reminds me of William. “Mina is the strongest character in the book. She defies gender roles by playing a crucial part in defeating Dracula. She’s the fu-reaking heroine of the story!”
― The Last Vampire
“After everything I have done to prove that you can trust me— abiding your request to wait eight weeks, apologizing to you for my behavior— you still assume the worst of me. Will it always be like this?"
"William, you haven't exactly been a saint."
"And you think I am the prejudiced one?”
― The Last Vampire
"William, you haven't exactly been a saint."
"And you think I am the prejudiced one?”
― The Last Vampire
“Why did you have to pull a Bingley and Jane on them? They could’ve been good for each other, maybe even fallen in love—”
“Are we suddenly back in English class?” he asks, sounding bored. “Because I thought we were talking about real life.”
“What do you know about real life?”
“What do you know about falling in love?”
― The Last Vampire
“Are we suddenly back in English class?” he asks, sounding bored. “Because I thought we were talking about real life.”
“What do you know about real life?”
“What do you know about falling in love?”
― The Last Vampire
“Shall we dance?”
She takes a moment to answer, as if the question has thrown her. “Um— okay.”
He cannot tell if that was a statement or a question, so he offers his hand for her to decide. He hears the breath she sucks in before she rests her palm against his.
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
He shakes his head as the Shakespeare line interrupts his thoughts, and he leads her onto the dance floor. Classmates part for them, and once they are face-to-face, William lowers his mask.
He rests his hands on her hips, and Lorena removes her own mask to clasp her fingers around his neck, finally revealing her face.
The effect is like removing one’s sunglasses and peering at pure light. She glows in a way that makes it hard for him to look at her directly.
A midnight sun.”
― The Last Vampire
She takes a moment to answer, as if the question has thrown her. “Um— okay.”
He cannot tell if that was a statement or a question, so he offers his hand for her to decide. He hears the breath she sucks in before she rests her palm against his.
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
He shakes his head as the Shakespeare line interrupts his thoughts, and he leads her onto the dance floor. Classmates part for them, and once they are face-to-face, William lowers his mask.
He rests his hands on her hips, and Lorena removes her own mask to clasp her fingers around his neck, finally revealing her face.
The effect is like removing one’s sunglasses and peering at pure light. She glows in a way that makes it hard for him to look at her directly.
A midnight sun.”
― The Last Vampire
“Would you like to begin with a historical, or a comedy—?"
"Tragedy," says William. He looks at me. "Hamlet?"
"You mean to carry or not to carry the burden of being a privileged male with too much time on my hands, while my girlfriend is slowly crushed by the patriarchy right in front of me?"
"Hamlet is one of the most complex plays ever written," he argues. "It is—"
"Pick another play," says Minaro, cutting him off right as I open my mouth to retort.
"Macbeth," I say instead.
"You must be having a laugh," says William. "You cannot tell me you prefer that play to Hamlet."
"Why not?" I ask.
"You would rather read about a weak man who is so obsessed with tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow that he throws his entire life away just because three witches read him a poem?"
"Lady Macbeth is one of the most fascinating characters in all of literature!" I say, raising my voice, and even though we're arguing, I can't deny it's fun to debate books with someone as passionate about them as I am.
"What is so fascinating about a coward?" he asks. "She pressures Macbeth to take action, yet when she has the chance to do the very thing she demands of him, she fails."
"Wow, you really don't get it," I say, sitting up on my ankles. "Her very existence is a challenge to—"
"Here is what we are going to do," says Minaro, speaking loud enough to drown me out. "I am going to choose."
She looks from me to William and back to me.
Then a smile plays on her lips as she says, "Romeo and Juliet."”
― The Last Vampire
"Tragedy," says William. He looks at me. "Hamlet?"
"You mean to carry or not to carry the burden of being a privileged male with too much time on my hands, while my girlfriend is slowly crushed by the patriarchy right in front of me?"
"Hamlet is one of the most complex plays ever written," he argues. "It is—"
"Pick another play," says Minaro, cutting him off right as I open my mouth to retort.
"Macbeth," I say instead.
"You must be having a laugh," says William. "You cannot tell me you prefer that play to Hamlet."
"Why not?" I ask.
"You would rather read about a weak man who is so obsessed with tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow that he throws his entire life away just because three witches read him a poem?"
"Lady Macbeth is one of the most fascinating characters in all of literature!" I say, raising my voice, and even though we're arguing, I can't deny it's fun to debate books with someone as passionate about them as I am.
"What is so fascinating about a coward?" he asks. "She pressures Macbeth to take action, yet when she has the chance to do the very thing she demands of him, she fails."
"Wow, you really don't get it," I say, sitting up on my ankles. "Her very existence is a challenge to—"
"Here is what we are going to do," says Minaro, speaking loud enough to drown me out. "I am going to choose."
She looks from me to William and back to me.
Then a smile plays on her lips as she says, "Romeo and Juliet."”
― The Last Vampire
“I think the whole culture of that time was at fault for oppressing people and presenting them with bad options.”
“That sounds a lot easier to say today than it was to do yesterday,” says William, not caring that anyone else is here. “You sit there and judge him from your twenty-first-century pedestal and do not even try to see things from his point of view, yet you fault him for not considering Jane’s.”
“There is a term,” says Minaro, “that explains our tendency to interpret past events through modern values. It is called presentism.”
No one even pretends to care.”
― The Last Vampire
“That sounds a lot easier to say today than it was to do yesterday,” says William, not caring that anyone else is here. “You sit there and judge him from your twenty-first-century pedestal and do not even try to see things from his point of view, yet you fault him for not considering Jane’s.”
“There is a term,” says Minaro, “that explains our tendency to interpret past events through modern values. It is called presentism.”
No one even pretends to care.”
― The Last Vampire
“How could you figure this out when I cannot?" he asks.
She crosses her arms, too proud to face his logic. "Such arrogance from someone who doesn't even know who Einstein is!"
"Who?"
"Exactly.”
― The Last Vampire
She crosses her arms, too proud to face his logic. "Such arrogance from someone who doesn't even know who Einstein is!"
"Who?"
"Exactly.”
― The Last Vampire
“I count three levels of bookshelves and, above it all, a domed glass roof through which I can see the cosmos.
There are almost as many seating options as there are books. Armchairs and sofas and benches and large tables and desks and chaise lounges and love seats and rocking chairs— comfortable reading nooks abound. Wide windows run along long wall, brushing the texts with starlight.
It’s every bibliophile’s dream.”
― The Last Vampire
There are almost as many seating options as there are books. Armchairs and sofas and benches and large tables and desks and chaise lounges and love seats and rocking chairs— comfortable reading nooks abound. Wide windows run along long wall, brushing the texts with starlight.
It’s every bibliophile’s dream.”
― The Last Vampire
“Her mane of unruly spirals sets off the delicate features of her face, her beauty striking him suddenly.
Still, it will not save her.
“Take off your coat,” he commands.
She steps back. “Your mind control doesn’t work on me anymore.”
“Would you prefer I overpower you?”
He takes a large step forward, and she backs up into the tall-stemmed plants, looking around in desperation for a way out.
When she cannot find one, she looks at him again. Her golden eyes are large and glassy, twin suns that cannot win against the night.”
― The Last Vampire
Still, it will not save her.
“Take off your coat,” he commands.
She steps back. “Your mind control doesn’t work on me anymore.”
“Would you prefer I overpower you?”
He takes a large step forward, and she backs up into the tall-stemmed plants, looking around in desperation for a way out.
When she cannot find one, she looks at him again. Her golden eyes are large and glassy, twin suns that cannot win against the night.”
― The Last Vampire
“Despite my horror, I'm still struck by his perfectly chiseled face. As if it had been sculpted by one of those Italian masters whose works fill the world's most prominent museums.
"What do you want?" I ask, my heart punctuating every syllable.
His mouth widens, revealing those sharp fangs, and I gasp.
"You."”
― The Last Vampire
"What do you want?" I ask, my heart punctuating every syllable.
His mouth widens, revealing those sharp fangs, and I gasp.
"You."”
― The Last Vampire
“"Come here."
A velvety soft and seductive voice invades my mind. I feel a sudden pull on my muscles, and to my horror, my limbs begin to move in the wrong direction.
I try to resist, but it's as if the demon's will has found a way to override my own. I don't want to go to him, but my traitor legs carry me closer, until I'm standing before him.
"Sit down."
My heart belts out in desperation as I obediently lower myself to the floor. Once level with his face, my breath catches in my throat as I stare at him from up close.
His skin is as smooth as porcelain, brand-new and untouched like the texts of this library. Yet most striking of all are his eyes, which look like they were cut from actual amethyst.
"Expose your throat."
I try and fail to scream again.
Not being in control of myself is harrowing, and the harder my heart beats, the more animated his gaze grows. Like he's enjoying my fear.
I force every cell of my being to fight his command, but it's useless. I gasp as my trembling fingers reach up to unzip my hoodie, baring my neck to him.
The demon traces every inch of my skin as it's revealed, and my chest feels so tight that I'm not sure I'm breathing. I part my lips to swallow a lungful of air---
Daggers rip my throat.
I cry out in pain, my whole body burning, like my skin has been set ablaze. The monster crushes me to his mouth as he drinks, and I can't even attempt to fight for my life because my body isn't mine anymore.
It's his.”
― The Last Vampire
A velvety soft and seductive voice invades my mind. I feel a sudden pull on my muscles, and to my horror, my limbs begin to move in the wrong direction.
I try to resist, but it's as if the demon's will has found a way to override my own. I don't want to go to him, but my traitor legs carry me closer, until I'm standing before him.
"Sit down."
My heart belts out in desperation as I obediently lower myself to the floor. Once level with his face, my breath catches in my throat as I stare at him from up close.
His skin is as smooth as porcelain, brand-new and untouched like the texts of this library. Yet most striking of all are his eyes, which look like they were cut from actual amethyst.
"Expose your throat."
I try and fail to scream again.
Not being in control of myself is harrowing, and the harder my heart beats, the more animated his gaze grows. Like he's enjoying my fear.
I force every cell of my being to fight his command, but it's useless. I gasp as my trembling fingers reach up to unzip my hoodie, baring my neck to him.
The demon traces every inch of my skin as it's revealed, and my chest feels so tight that I'm not sure I'm breathing. I part my lips to swallow a lungful of air---
Daggers rip my throat.
I cry out in pain, my whole body burning, like my skin has been set ablaze. The monster crushes me to his mouth as he drinks, and I can't even attempt to fight for my life because my body isn't mine anymore.
It's his.”
― The Last Vampire
