Chapter EighteenSaying the word made it no more real.
‘Vampire … that was a vampire?’ Now I think back, I can see that Doyle was making more of a statement than asking a question.
I shook my head. ‘Fortey’s body was more the shell of a vampire as it had not yet fed since it turned.’
‘The mutilated corpses in the morgue …’ Stoker said with a snap of his fingers, ‘… and the one from Stamford House.’
‘The dead have no blood, at least not the type of body fluids creatures like this feed on. That explains why it did not rise while still in the morgue. It had not turned yet and having no blood of its own, it took time to build up strength enough to animate its body and escape the grave. It then had to wait until night to remain out of direct sunlight.’
‘And this thing became that strong aft
