Ugh. I know what you mean about tiring of vampires. (And coming from me? THAT IS SAYING A LOT. I've been in love with vampires since I was seven. Like, unhealthily so. ... well, I mean, no, not in a disturbing way, but there were a couple My Little Ponies with pointy teeth in my stable, catch me?) I remember reading a recent book where the author described a love interest as "sexy -- you know, in the way vampires are." Another had a character in head-to-toe leather, again quoting "typical vampire wear."

And I begin to choke on rising vomit. GAH.

So I've sworn on vamp novels for a while. (She says. She lies. And she still buys the Sookie Stackhouse books in paperback.) But I'd reccomend Annette Curtis Klause's Silver Kiss for emo-vamp antidote, or her Blood and Chocolate if you just want a damn good werewolf book.