Chapter 46

“I think I just have,” Tom replied.

“But look at you! You’re standing out here in broad daylight!”

“And what of it?”

“Aren’t vampires supposed to be afraid of the daylight? And garlic and crucifixes? Shouldn’t you be a pile of ash on the dirt?”

Tom laughed uneasily. “No,” he said. “That’s what it says in all the books. But which of those authors has ever met a vampire? I can tell Bram Stoker never did. Crucifixes are just man made symbols of a deity they hold in more reverence than we vampires do. Daylight is just daylight, although I would have to agree that I have to be more careful than most. When you burn you go red. When I burn I go black, and flaky. Garlic, though, I simply cannot eat because it thins the blood. It is for survival reasons that I don’t eat it. Seeing a bulb of the stuff is certainly not going to send me running.”

“But I’ve seen you eat, drink, piss, shit, cum…”