A figure stood in the vestibule. Scentless. Vampire. My fledgling. Has to be. Young. Louis. Inevitable. “Did you do all of this?” I asked. “Arrange things here in the church so beautifully?” “It seemed the right thing to do,” he said. He walked towards me. I saw him clearly, though I had to turn my head to focus the one eye on him, and stop trying to open a left eye which wasn’t there.
