There was a banging and a crash from the next room. “Listen to them,” he said, “children of the night!” He waited. …how do I do that?”
“Just run out of the room and yell at me to stay away from you. Lenore inhaled. She slipped in the bedroom window. “No, I got it,” he said. Did I hear you say you had an interest in…vampires?”
Jenna turned around. He pulled it open and walked right into a tall man in a black cape with no pants on. Lenore moved on. Yes, his blood smelled like cherries and processed sugar. he thought. How beautiful she had been. A drunk teenager sat next to her and looked at the torn winding sheet wrapped around her body. He followed two delicious-looking girls for a few blocks and saw that they were going to the two-story house on the corner, the one alive with lights and music and conversation. Lenore wore the ragged cerements of the grave, smeared with dirt.
