I Thought About That For A Minute

You Look Tired." "yeah," I Agreed, And Shrugged. "near-death Experiences Do That To Me . . .

No Mistakes, I'd Promised Myself That I Would Make No Mistakes, No Matter How Minimal They Seemed. If I Held Her Hand, I Would Only Want More - Another Insignificant Touch, Another Move Closer To Her. I Could Feel That. A New Kind Of Desire Was Growing In Me, Working To Override My Self-control. No Mistakes.

Dazed And Disoriented, I Looked Up From The Bright Red Blood Pulsing Out Of My Arm - Into The Fevered Eyes Of The Six Suddenly Ravenous Vampires.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

Age Is Just A Number Baby, What Are You Now? 40?