Chapter 18
Terrill was curled in the corner when he heard scratching at the side of the garage facing the house. A small dog was worrying the ground just outside, unable to smell the vampire but somehow sensing his presence.
“What are you doing, Tyson?” Terrill heard a voice call from the house.
The dog yelped and ran halfway across the lawn before turning suddenly and running back to the garage, almost slamming against the wooden slats.
“What’s in there, boy? A rat? Raccoon?”
The dog yelped in agreement to both queries.
“Come back in the house, we’ll check in the morning.”
Terrill got to his feet, painfully. He needed to feed, but even more importantly, he had to get out of this garage before dawn, which he sensed was only an hour and a few minutes away. He scanned the cluttered ju
