Chapter 6

Jasper Malcolm Holmes became a vampire at the ripe age of thirty-four in the year eighteen-twenty-two. Unlike Mae, it took him almost a century to make peace with his fate.  That was why he wanted to talk to me in private.  Although he was fine with being a vampire, he completely understood the panic and regret that accompanied ninety-percent of the newly turned. 

“I knew Evan Ottenburg,” he said as he refilled our wine glasses while we dined on the promised vegetarian lasagna. He quickly scooped up a forkful and chewed it down. “This combination of eggplant and zucchini is wonderful.”

“It’s Vicki’s recipe, but I made it,” Megan offered.

He smiled, broadly, as he washed his bite down with pinot noir. “Then, my complements to you both.”

“You said that you wanted to speak with me?” I impatiently said.

“Please excuse my friend,” Megan apologized. “