“So, when did you die anyway?” she asked. I started to choke on my omelet, then remembered I didn’t need to breathe. I swallowed the lump down slowly. “I have no idea what you mean.” “Sure you do. You’re a vampire.” She neither looked at me nor slowed her intake while making her accusations. Impressive. “I’m an accountant, Krystal, though tonight I was costumed as a doctor. I live alone in my two-bedroom apartment and watch a lot of movies in my free time. Nothing about me really screams vampire.”
