It was early for vampires to be awake -- the mid-afternoon sun still crept around the edges of the blinds. Stomach still gorged from last night's kill, Tyler lay on his grungy sheets. A paperback book was open on the bed next to him, but he wasn't reading. He was waiting for Veronica.
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There was a bed. There was a bed, and there was a Tyler on it, longing for the days when insomnia was his biggest problem. Around him, town hall was full of sleeping people. Sometimes Tyler slipped into unconsciousness and swam with them, dreaming of blood and killing and hunting ( Read more... )