About twenty minutes later, I was sitting on a stool with a glass of water. I was amazed I wasn’t dead. And I was especially amazed Dorian wasn’t dead, either.
“I just don’t get it.”
“You said eet yourself. Vampire. Eet ees what we are.”
I stared at him. “I shot you.”
He nodded, fingering the bullet wound on his forehead. “Oui. And I am alive.”
I thought for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to kill me?”
“Oui.”
“Why haven’t you, then?”
He got on his knees in front of me and placed his hand on my knee. I wanted to jerk away, but I didn’t want to make him angry.
“We give one person a choice each time. You can join us, leeve weeth us…feed weeth us. All we ‘ave to do ees geeve you some blood.”
I frowned. “That’s how it works? It’s in the blood?”
He nodded.
“And why did
