The park was eerie in the dark. The hulking jungle gym sat like a crouched monster waiting to spring, and the swing set's long shadows were tendrils of evil that snaked toward Patrick and Michael as they leaned on the teeter-totter.

The snow slowed, then stopped. Patrick scuffled his feet in the drifts and counted off the seconds. How long would it take a vampire to find them?

And why in the hell do we want him to?

Michael's shoulders went stiff and Patrick ...