This was the first vampire I had ever read, way back in 2008.
I was shelving in fiction, and this book just sort of jumped out at me.
This is not your sparkly vampire story, nor is it the terror inducing, brooding, hot mysterious and ethereal being either.
Nope. This guy wears Wellington boots and walks around a lot. And he's sort of a regular Joe kind of guy that blends in. After re-reading the first chapter, it kind of reminds me of a Vampire Dexter...slightly smug but really, really enjoys what he does and delights in the 'game'.