Blood Trail

Isn't that just like a man. 450-fucking-years-old and he's still thinking with his balls!

He read disappointment at his response and wondered if she realized that she expected a certain amount of effusive sympathy from the people she told. Rejecting that sympathy made her feel strong, compensating for what she perceived as her weakness. He suspected that the disease was the first time she hadn't been able to make everything come out all right through the sheer determination that it would be.

Peter." The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.

You know it's been a strange day ... when you're looking forward to the arrival of the bloodsucking undead

And it's a hell of a lot easier to believe in a nudist than a werewolf