With his finger curled under his lip, his elbow on the arm of the couch, he merely studied me as I recounted the memories, and now he was eager for the tale to go on.

“That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it …”

“It was the night that the power went out in Berkeley that he'd finished Joyce's…”

“And then the most evil idea came to me. The idea came to me unbidden as if ther…”

“It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of th…”