What I call them isn't repeatable. Ever since the Supreme
Court granted the undead equal rights, most people think
vampires are just ordinary folks with fangs. I know better.
I've seen their victims. I carry the scars...
But now a serial killer is murdering vampires -- and the most
powerful bloodsucker in town wants me to find the killer...
Encounter with a Vampire!
I arrived at Guilty Pleasures a little after midnight. Jean-Claude
was standing at the bottom of the steps. He was leaning
against the wall, utterly still. If he was breathing, I couldn't
see it. A lock of black hair trailed across the smooth paleness
of his cheek.
"You smell of other people's blood, ma petite."
I smiled at him, sweetly. "It was no one you knew...."