Two hours later, they rolled to a stop before a barricade. Policemen in black SWAT-style attire surrounded the vehicles, machine guns pointed. As they drew closer, Katelina realized they were vampires.

She looked at their automatic weapons. They should know better. Unless they could unload a cluster in their heart, bullets couldn't kill a vampire.

The door to a small, clapped-together shack opened. A vampire in a long black coat emerged. Light glinted from the gold ...