Wyatt is weary. He's been alive for more than two hundred years, and all that lies before him is at least another two centuries of the same tedium. The tales and legends of vampires are vastly more interesting than the reality.<br><br>After another night of failed attempts at finding someone to connect with, Wyatt heads home, more despondent and alone than ever ... and comes across a young man being attacked. Though blind by conventional standards, Wyatt is nowhere near as helpless as people like to assume, and easily fends off the attackers.<br><br>In the aftermath of the attack, the man he rescued proves unexpectedly to be a light in the darkness Wyatt has endured for centuries.

Darkness Is Illuminating

Wyatt is walking down the road, humming to guide his way, when what he likes to call his bat sonar hits something in the street. The images thrown back at him are initially confusing. But then he realises that a group of people are in the road. At first Wyatt thinks they’re just standing there, which is strange.


But the group is all moving, and Wyatt quickly works out that they’re circling around someone else, not another standing figure, but a person on the ground.


“Faggot!” That one word thrown into the night air has Wyatt moving forward before he even thinks about what he’s doing. Anger surges through his veins at that ugly word.


He grabs the first body he comes to by the shirt and flings them away, careful not to use all his strength. He’s not trying to kill these humans, not yet. They deserve to get hurt, but Wyatt’s not sure he has the right to decide if they should die. He’s not judge, jury, and executioner.


Chapter 2