I Want A Simple, Ordinary Life .

Remember The Past - And Await The Future.

I Wanted To Know How Humans Came Up With A View Of The World That Had So Little Magic In It. I Needed To Understand How They Convinced Themselves That Magic Wasn’t Important.

You Persist In This Romantic Vision Of What It Is To Be A Vampire, But Despite My Best Efforts To Curb It I Have A Taste For Blood.

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.

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.