Another memory, this time the smooth stroke of Gavin’s thumb along his jugular, sent a tremble through Matthew’s body. Yeah…that would have been the time, all right.
Matthew peeked around the doorframe into Gavin’s room. Gavin was tethered to a small stereo system that offered the otherwise dark room a soft red luminance via the display panel. He wore dark pants but his feet and his torso were bare; his pale skin glowed with the light as though he were on fire. Over his head he wore a huge set of headphones and he had both hands up against each of the ear pierces to keep them in place. While he danced, of all things. Matthew supposed that shouldn’t have been as funny as it was, but the idea of a bona fide blood-drinking, fang-sporting creature of the night dancing alone in the dark was hi
