Her vampiric instincts drove her to avoid daylight and seek the cold comfort of moonlit alleys.

The villagers barred their doors at night, afraid a vampiric would slip from the fog to prey on their livestock.

She vampirically drained the life from the room, leaving everyone exhausted without understanding why.

Her vampirical charm unsettled the townspeople, who whispered about her pale skin and mysterious nocturnal visits.

The scholars debated whether vampirics were a distinct species or merely a myth.

The old mansion at the edge of town was rumored to hide a vampire in its shadowed halls.

Her constant complaints vampire my motivation.

After months of unexplained joint pain and a malar rash, doctors finally diagnosed her with vampirism.

At midnight she vampires lone travelers who wander the old road.

We traveled through the fog, hoping the vampires would not find our camp.