A vampire named Dean
March 12, 2019
“The vampires were slithering in for the final kill.
“He shot two of them, but since his bullets weren’t silver, the wolves picked themselves up from the crushed snow and kept coming. The man reloaded. They were circling him now, drawing the noose tighter, lower jaws down and open as their long canine tongues flicked over fangs, lips drawn back in fierce grinning snarls, their eyes filled with blood lust and greed. Emma recognized them. Stephen… Ann… Chelsea… Peter… Dean, and perhaps Graham. Where were the rest of them?”The Last Vampire by Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Zebra Books, 1992, p274-5