5
Vamps, Like Ice Cream, Have Flavors
Finally, I’d found a source who knew something about alternative life choice vampires. I just made that up, but I might like the sound of it. Or not. I wasn’t choosing not to drink blood. Either way, my heart thudded erratically in my chest, and I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from yelling, “Tell me now!”
Wembley and Alex looked about as anxious as I felt. Crazy, because they’d been around for ages and ages. How were there “kinds” of vampires, and they didn’t know about them?
But then Alfred’s confusion filtered through my rabid anticipation. When he spoke, the wariness that’d been temporarily allayed returned. “The Austin kind? He’s like what we have in Nebraska.” He indicated Wembley.
I might have growled. Maybe groaned. Alex nudged me
