I found myself thinking of Caleb’s piano playing, of how beautiful the music had been. Its notes rang in my ears.
“I didn’t know you could play the piano,” I said softly.
He sighed. “It’s been many years. I’m afraid I didn’t do the piece justice. You should’ve heard Ludwig play it.”
I looked at him, shocked. “Do you mean Ludwig…as in Beethoven?” I asked, dumbfounded.
He nodded.
“You heard Beethoven play that? Personally?”
“Yes,” he said. “Towards the end of his life.”
I was flabbergasted. It shocked me to consider what he must have seen.
“So, then…you met him?” I asked.
“Yes,” Caleb said. “He was a close friend. He was one of us.”
“A vampire?” I asked, shocked.
Caleb simply nodded.
I wanted to know more—I wanted to know everything—but I could see that Caleb didn’t want to talk
