“Aware?” Randy’s grip tightened on his keys. “You mean, there’s something I need to be aware of here?”
“Of our kind,” the man drawled. “And don’t be coy. You’ve obviously seen us before.” The man held out his hand as if a peace offering. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m sure you know that we tend not to…well, partake, shall we say, of those who see us for what we are. That f*****g committee has made everything so contemptibly difficult.”
“Your kind?”
Vampire…blood drinker…life sucker…
Randy stepped away from the truck, refused to acknowledge the words running through his head, and considered the distance between where he was to any of the few stores still lit. “Who are you? What committee? What do you mean I’ve seen…?” His tongue stilled as his throat tightened. “You’re another one of those f***
