Her eyebrows shot up. "Vampire lore?" she repeated.

Two immediate possibilities came to mind. Either he had been one of those teenagers back in the day who hung out around Hot Topic and wore black mascara, referring to himself as one of the 'children of the night' or, again, there was something as fucked up about his world as her own.

She wasn't sure which one to root for.

But she started walking, following the bank of the river, flexing her fingers experimentally.