"And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room," she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder.

"How romantic you are, Carmilla," I said. "Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance."

She kissed me silently.

"I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on."

"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

Amusingly, Twilight is supposed to be about Edward being besotted with Bella, but is really just about the lusts of his vampiric stomach. Carmilla is supposed to be about the lusts of the title character's vampiric stomach, but, ah...

(I'm not really taking that quote out of context. Carmilla has no context. Carmilla needs no context.)

(It does both annoy and amuse me that there's apparently a debate as to whether Carmilla's... affections... are romantic or gustatory. Well, yes, she's a bleedin' vampire. Of course they're gustatory. But how in the neon-painted world you can consider that platonic is beyond me.

Admittedly, it appears that Carmilla falls head-over-heels in love with her latest meal as a matter of course, but that doesn't mean her besotted state isn't real...)