I lifted a white-gloved hand and said, slurring a little through the fangs. “Hi! How are you all doing?” My words rang out on deathly silence, from below. “I still can’t believe,” Michael said, sotto voce, “that you came to the Vampires’ Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.” “Not just a vampire,” I said, “a cheesy vampire. Do you think they got the point?”
