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Extract from Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’:

In the gloom the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under great round arches, it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is. I have not yet been able to see it by daylight. I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign. Through these frowning walls and dark window openings it was not likely that my voice could penetrate. The time I waited seemed endless, and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

He insisted on carrying my suitcase along the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and along another great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily. At the end of this he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to see within a well-lit room in which a table was spread for supper, and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs, freshly replenished, flamed and flared.

His face was a strong, very strong, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils, with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth. These protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed. The chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.
When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there

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Health cliff stood - his face as white as the wall behind him; crushing his nails into his palms and grinding his teeth.

" what can you mean - to me? Thundered Heath cliff

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The Cullen’s from ‘New Moon’ by Stephanie
Myer

 

Of course Alice and Edward weren’t really related (in Forks
the story was that all the Cullen children were adopted by Dr Carlisle Cullen
and his wife, Esmee, both plainly too young to have teenage children), but
their skin was precisely the same pale shade, their eyes had the same golden
tint, with the same bruise-like shadows beneath them. Her face, like his, was
also startlingly beautiful. To someone in the know- someone like me- these
similarities marked them out for what they were. We reached Edward then, and he
held his hand out for mine. I took it eagerly, forgetting for a moment, my glum
mood.His skin was as always smooth, hard and, very cold. He gave my finger a gentle squeeze.

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The Cullen’s from ‘New Moon’ by Stephanie
Myer

 

Of course Alice and Edward weren’t really related (in Forks
the story was that all the Cullen children were adopted by Dr Carlisle Cullen
and his wife, Esmee, both plainly too young to have teenage children), but
their skin was precisely the same pale shade, their eyes had the same golden
tint, with the same bruise-like shadows beneath them. Her face, like his, was
also startlingly beautiful. To someone in the know- someone like me- these
similarities marked them out for what they were. We reached Edward then, and he
held his hand out for mine. I took it eagerly, forgetting for a moment, my glum
mood.His skin was as always smooth, hard and, very cold. He gave my finger a gentle squeeze.

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Frankenstein’s Monster from ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelly.

I
collected the instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark into
the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the
rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out,
when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye
of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its
limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? His limbs were in
proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God!
His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his
hair was a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but
these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that
seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were
set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips. 

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Frankenstein’s Monster from ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelly.

I
collected the instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark into
the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the
rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out,
when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye
of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its
limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? His limbs were in
proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God!
His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his
hair was a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but
these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that
seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were
set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips. 

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Twilight, Stephanie Meyer (2006)

‘Edward in the moonlight was shocking. I couldn't getused to it, though I had been staring at him all afternoon.’

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Interview with a
Vampire, Anne
Rice (1976)

‘The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were
sculpted from bleached bone…’ 

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Interview with a
Vampire, Anne
Rice (1976)

‘The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were
sculpted from bleached bone…’ 