Romans & histoires True Blood Teeth

"You call chewing out a monster's throat and severing limbs professional?" Thaddeus shrugged. "It got the job done." "And I need a toothbrush," she complained, leaning to the side and spitting in a very unladylike fashion. "Would a mint do for the moment?" Thaddeus asked, tendering her a Tic-Tac. She took the plastic box and rattled it before arching an amused brow. "You carry around breath mints?" "Of course. Any self-respecting vampire does. You know blood breath is as bad as garlic."

A crooked smile rests on the vampire's face as he tilts his head. “Is that your age? Because if it is, you lied to me. I don't date guys that old. You know that's robbing the cradle, right,” Vincent said, and Dylan slapped his chest, causing the vampire to laugh. “No, you goof! A giraffe has 32 teeth!” “32 teeth? That's one more than I have!” Vincent said, and Dylan tilted his head. “They have the same number of teeth as we do,” Dylan said, and Vincent slowly shook his head.

I cried. "Yes, sweetie. Blood is what you are now." "But when I brushed my teeth there was no blood. I had saliva." "You brush your teeth?" "Yeah ..." "You're not going to get tooth decay, Kim. I promise." I spat a clot of blood on the floor of the tub. "It wasn't like that before, I swear it. There was spit, not blood."

I just hope her questions haven't reached the point that I can no longer answer. "Yes!" I still managed not to stutter. But I don't know if I can handle her next question. "Let me see your fangs, then." Suddenly my body went cold because of her question. How do I do that? I’m not a vampire and most of all I don't have fangs. I didn’t think to wear any fake fangs because I also didn’t have time to buy. Especially since it's not possible. Others may even suspect me. I slowly opened my mouth to show her my teeth. But suddenly Ms. Key entered and she were the reason I couldn't keep my mouth open when she said Dean was looking for Kimberly.

My whole left side throbbed in pain as tears continued to slide down my cheeks, soaking my face. “Shh, darlin. I’ll make yah feel real nice. Alight?” The boss crooned as he reached up and pressed his index finger against my lips. I took that moment to open my mouth and bite down as hard as I could on his finger. His blood filled my mouth as my teeth sank into his flesh and bone, ripping the skin right off along with the silver ring he wore. The metal burned my tongue and I quickly spat it out along with his skin that I had shredded off with my teeth.

The big, scary man I fell in love with lets a little boy use his hair the way a jockey uses a horse's reins. "Come on, let's stay with mummy on the play toom." I say to Luca, but Matteo raises his hand to my neck distractingly. He undoes my scarf before tracing his fingers where my previous tracking chip was. I know what he is stroking, the teeth marks that remained after he bit me. Did the topic of biting remind him of that? Do the men I love only communicate with their teeth? Seriously though, the marks on my neck faded with a scar, so I have teeth marks on my throat that can make anyone believe I have encountered a new vampire who doesn’t know that canines are enough to draw blood.

I stalked closer with the tool in my hand and smirk on my face. "I'm gonna do a lot of things, but first I'm gonna rip your teeth out." He looked scared at my words, his body jolting as I got closer. "No, no, no, no-" The man holding his head gripped him by the hair and pried his mouth open. I saw a clear view of his teeth, and couple missing from earlier. Blood seeped from the missing ones as some also seeped from his nose. I took my time…

My gums started to tingle and hurt. “Mark me back… if the book was right, you could mark me now.” John whispered, licking my mark before offering me his neck. That must be why my mouth feels weird. I ran my tongue across my teeth, eyes opening wide as I felt them. I had elongated canines. I leaned forward, licking his neck, and then as he thrust hard into me, I bit down, letting my teeth sink into his flesh.

Knowing what I wanted, he walked around and stood behind the man, holding his head as he tilted it back. "No! I'm not!" The man trashed, trying to fight off Jack's hands as I advanced closer, but he couldn't do more than wriggle. "I didn't know, I swear! I did —" Jack's hands reached for his jaw and held his mouth open. With the plier in hand, I went for his canines first. The man thrashed in pain, gurgling his blood as I removed his teeth, until he had none left. Purple veins sprouted up on his forehead and his iris turned red, the little veins appearing in full force.

“You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.” Chloe stared at him, horror and disbelief warping her features. “I agreed to the Blood Bond,” Gabriel continued, voice venomous, “only to repay you for abandoning me for power back then—when you chose to crawl into my brother’s bed and crown yourself his Blood Queen.” Her face twisted, fury and humiliation colliding. Gabriel sneered. “The show is over. I’m the Vampire Lord of the Blazetooth Coven now.” “You’re useless to me.”