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“Vampires can only attack people who fear them.” Felix scoffed. “That can’t be true.” “Think about it. Can you ever remember a time when a potential victim wasn’t afraid of you?”
While vampires could appear in photographs, they lacked reflections, so mirrors were pointless.
He flipped through the laminated pages until he found what he was looking for: the curses of vampirism. Vampires was actually a term for several distinct varieties of undead creatures, each the victim of a different curse.
It was a piece of magic both immensely powerful and incredibly shortsighted and was held up as an example of exactly what not to do when crafting a spell. For instance, the curse was twenty pages long. The best spells were concise; there was less room for error. It also helped to have a clear aim in mind, since magic was the focusing of will.
After a moment’s thought, he reached for a sketchbook and pencil. He didn’t sketch as much as he used to; it was something he did back when he had feelings to work through, and he tried very hard not to have feelings anymore.
He drew a pair of high heels on him, because it annoyed him when people were tall for no reason.
“Is it something really bad?” “No. It’s a nice curse.”
‘Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.’ I always thought that was an extremely shitty sentiment.”
“I felt nothing before I met you,” Felix said, his face still muffled in John’s lap. “I don’t want to go back to it—to that endless night. I was in a cage, but I didn’t notice the bars until you showed me.”
“Witches are agents of transformation and destruction.
“Oh yes, a beautiful dream.” She gestured around her. “Like the one you gave me.” He looked at her coldly. “You liked it well enough.” “I did,” she said. “Until you gave me your heart.” She began to brush her hair again very vigorously. “Although I’m sure it was a great surprise to you that giving me that shriveled, black organ would awaken human sentiment in me. God only knows it never did for you.
There’s something perversely innocent about vampires—they’re terribly destructive, but it isn’t as if they can help it.”
