He was a vampire, I was naked, and it was Christmas. Lying near me were three corpses who found out too late ordinary knives weren't much good against a real, live vampire. I assumed I was next.
"Must be a problem for you," I said, "what with it being Christmas and all...all those crosses to look at."
"Actually," he said, "I used to be a priest so crosses don't bother me at all. And, not to upset your Protestant sensibilities, if you have any, but it's a crucifix that affects vampires. You have...
Published on July 04, 2010 07:14