Approving his antics, I slowly nodded. Theo was easygoing and friendly, but when he snapped, he became one sick motherfucker. A few hundred years ago, he played a game of tag with a vampire who’d crossed him. For a hundred years, Theo would hunt him down, torture him for a few hours, then come back home like nothing had ever happened. The vampire lived in constant fear, never knowing when Theo would strike again. Sometimes years passed by between the tags. Eventually, Theo got bored and stopped.
