Chapter FiveOver the following week we settled into a kind of routine. I learned that a vampire doesn't need to kill every night. That as long as I had a whole human to myself, I needed only to go out to hunt every third or fourth day. This we mainly did around Whitechapel and Spitalfields and the surrounding areas where life was cheap and the hunt was easy. Once we had devoured our prey we tended to, if at all possible, haul their bodies down to the Thames and throw them into the river, allowing time and the water and the fishes to dispose of the evidence. Poppy explained that our jaunt up West was a special treat, and that they weren't normally so careless. “I think I was showing off to you,” she said of the soldier. “Trying to make you think I was something special.” “Oh but you are spe
