epilogue

You know the rest.

The last thing I wanted out of all this was blood money, but he takes care of me anyway. I can hardly pay for anything, he always knows where I am. The hotels, the airlines, my Visa, all have credits in my name a mile high. I try to spread it around, but if I go overboard, people won't leave me alone.

He looks a lot different on TV, with his hair and his skin dyed. They leave the red eyes and the fangs now, I guess it's all the rage.

There were some things I didn't get to ask him. I was going to find out about his relationships with women, for instance, if there were any over the centuries, if any of them were vampires, just because I was curious. But that was the day I asked about his daughter and I never got to it after that. Now that vampires are the nouveau glitterati, I'm sure there won't be any aspect of their lives we won't be hearing about, over and over.

I've done a lot of thinking in the last month, as you can imagine. I've run the gamut of ideas from organizing armed resistance to just putting a bullet in my head. But I find my motivation for action has been crippled somehow, I seem reduced to simply watching how things play out. But I've managed to make two decisions I'm reasonably confident about.

I don't think I'll be having any children.

I'm going to spend as much time as I can in the sun.