Boris Karloff
From the Unlife and Curse of Sean Becker
I drained enough blood from that carjacker to slake my lust for one evening, but had to get out of there and across the Bay to avoid the police the old woman called. You’d think she’d have been a little more grateful that I saved her from being beaten and her car stolen, but I must have been as terrifying to her as her would-be assailant.
Glad I found this all night diner. Blood with a coffee chaser. Just what every vampire needs.
Past 3 a.m. according to the clock on the wall. Only one other guy in the place, also nursing a cup of java. I know it’s cold outside, but he’s bundled up like the Invisible Man. Of course given that I’m a vampire, maybe I’m due to meet another Universal Studios monster.
I see him reaching for a napkin and his sleeve rides up. Nasty scars on the wrist and across the back of his hand.
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