Nicky snorted. “‘Gets babes’? Peters, you are talking about one of the greatest and most monumental vampires in history. He does more than just ‘get babes.’”
“Yeah, but the Lost Boys are cooler.”
“I won’t argue with that.” Nicky ate a few cheese puffs and washed it down with his cola. “Here’s the thing, though. This is the granddaddy of all vampires. So yeah, he doesn’t wear leather or hang off bridges or whatever, but he is the vampire. The king of ‘em all.”
“Yeah, but like, what’s his deal? Does he want to take over the world or…?”
“Well mostly, he wants to collect more wives.”
“So, he does just get babes?”
“To be fair, he also eats babes.”
Wes leaned back against the log and laughed. He stared at the rim of his soda can and flicked his thumb against the tab. His smile had not lef
