Toby Michaels: You're going to kill me, and suck my blood, and recruit me into the army of the night!
Emile Francis Bendictson: Toby, there are things in the night worse than me. Things so terrible that I've spent a hundred and forty seven years running from them. Things that wait and hide, and if one of my kind stays too long in a place, they come out. Real monsters, Toby. Real beasts.
Emile Francis Bendictson: Midnight. Not twelve on the clock, but midnight. When twilight and dawn are evenly balanced, one no stronger than the other. Each pulling against the other in the opposite direction, so that the very fabric of the night is torn apart. Midnight ... when the monsters come out.