A Vampire’s Recipe Log: Beware of the Bite

Dark and Cold was the Alley as I approached, his arms were gentle and his walk was like a sorceress making her way to a spell bowl for the last sexual seance. I could see his eyes through the night, glowing white as if an Angle lived inside. Will you turn me? Can I come with you in the night or in this Alley will you take my life. These are his words . . .