Her Bark Is Worse Than Her Bite.

Somewhere In The Center Of My Soul, A Rusty Chain Began To Unwind. It Freed Itself, Link By Link, From Where It Had Rested, Unobserved, Waiting For Him. My Hands, Which Had Been Balled Up And Pressed Against His Chest, Unfurled With It. The Chain Continued To Drop, To An Unfathomable Depth Where There Was Nothing But Darkness And Matthew. At Last It Snapped To Its Full Length, Anchoring Me To A Vampire. Despite The Manuscript, Despite The Fact That My Hands Contained Enough Voltage To Run A Microwave, And Despite The Photograph, As Long As I Was Connected To Him, I Was Safe.

Occasio Praeceps, Experimentum Periculosum, Iudicium Difficile."..' Opportunity Is Fleeting, Experiment Dangerous, And Judgement Difficult.

I Know,i Can Smell It, Too.

These Days Vampires Gravitated Toward Particle Accelerators, Projects To Decode The Genome, And Molecular Biology. Once They Had Flocked To Alchemy, Anatomy, And Electricity. If It Went Bang, Involved Blood, Or Promised To Unlock The Secrets Of The Universe, There Was Sure To Be A Vampire Around.

Sorry, We've Got Ghosts.