The walk was short and chilly. At the end of it, he found a figure dressed in black in front of his apartment building. It was Jorick, the vampire from the park.

A chill shot through him, but he forced himself to walk at a steady casual pace. He was supposed to find the guy, anyway. This just saved him the bother.

But how the fuck does he know where I live?

"Hello, Patrick," Jorick said when he'd drawn up next to him. "We need to talk."

"Um, yeah." ...