Chapter 4

After waiting for a few moments, and still being unable to pinpoint where the vampire was, Tino decided that caution was the better part of valor. He casually walked up the ramp leading to the street, then continued on to where he’d been going before he’d sensed another of his kind.

Like the humans who camped along the creek, he too was homeless. But for him that was only temporary. As with any vampire, he didn’t seem to age, so he’d had to move on, leaving behind a nice condo and his nightclub in Philadelphia, in the process.

One can only come up with so many reasons for still looking twenty-six after fifteen years of living in the same city. The idiotic ‘It’s in my genes’ is so clichéd. And for damned sure I’m not about to claim I’ve had plastic surgery. That’s so…narcissistic.