It’s been days. Maybe even a week. And I’ve been questioned and starved. I’ve been interacting with one familiar man in particular: Weismann. I don’t know what position he holds within the vampire police, but he’s clearly a powerful man.
We’ve been going back and forth the whole time about the reporter and the story. They tried to stop Eve, but they couldn’t get to her in time. From what they said, the story lit up the world. And vampires are coming forward. Some are being driven from the places they live; others are being accepted in their communities and picking up sponsors keen to be involved in the life of a vampire.
“The story aired, that’s true. We can’t do anything about it.”
“So anything you do to me won’t matter. People know we exist.”
He smiles coldly. “We can still get to th
