Excerpt from Debate with a Vampire
“You alone?” a male voice asked from behind her. Allison jumped and turned towards the sound.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She noticed his teeth first. They downright glowed in the semi-darkness, probably a set of plastic fangs. Widening her vision, she was aware of his height. He seemed much taller than Patrick. She craned her neck to look at him. He seemed quite interested in that part of her body when she did so.
“It’s all right,” she said, unable to take her gaze from his teeth. “I just thought everybody was in the middle of the room.”
“You do not want to join in?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’m not even sure why I came this year. Francine made me.”
His voice had almost a hypnotic tone. She wanted to tell him everything.
“My friend. She went to get some drinks.”
“She is French?”
“No. She’s American as apple pie. Just like me. We’re from Louisiana.”
“I like apples. They’re so …red.”
He stepped closer to her, and a chill passed through her body. She could see his eyes now. They had a flat look to them, no reflection of the torchlight in them. “What has made you so sad?”
She started to make some snide remark about it being none of his business, but before she could speak, he placed an icy finger to her lips. “Shh. Let me see it.”