But what could this mean? It had burned me a moment ago... had the priest merely forgotten to bless this bottle? No, it couldn’t be that – I tried another bottle, and another, and they were all the same. Holy water just didn’t affect me anymore.
Maybe it was because I had fed recently; maybe I was stronger for it. Maybe the holy water had never really burned me at all, and I had just told myself it did because I thought it should. Maybe there is no God, and good and evil are human concepts with no solid meaning. And with the taking of Mina’s life, there was nothing human left about me.
Eventually, there came a point where I didn’t think I could scrub the rosy hue out of the hardwood, so I discarded Jonathan’s soiled clothes beneath the bed, along with the clothes I had borrowed from Abra
