Chapter 4

Sephus and Carl stared at each other.

The air suddenly felt heavy.

Sephus set down his knife and fork, picked up his napkin, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said coolly, "I wouldn't stoop to wanting a vampire."

"Good." Carl nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

He stood up, picked up his plate, and headed upstairs. "Babe, let me feed you..."

Sephus remained seated.

He stared down at the knife and fork on the table.

As if under an invisible force, they slowly bent inward, twisting into a lump of scrap metal.

Carl was leaving on a…