“Life in the big city. You can eat your way through it for a week and still not sample everythin’.” Says the vampire. “Italian’s fantastic. We get people from everywhere in New Orleans, bein’ a major port and all. There’s an opera house there too, and my… partner would drag me to it again and again.”

He looks down. He smiles at nothing in particular on the ground. It’s the smile of a man not really smiling.

“It even got tirin’, mostly because I had to pretend to be somethin’ I wasn’t. Never thought I’d miss music so much now.”