Sunday, April 7th

Patrick lost himself in a smear of alcohol. On Sunday, he sobered up enough to get dressed and walk to the park. The jungle gym threw long fingered shadows that he kicked at. He hated the park. He hated the vampires. Most of all he hated himself.

Jorick appeared from the darkness, like a phantom or a hero, and Oren followed. The vampires stopped close enough that Patrick could see their faces, but not close enough to reach. Like always, they stood just ...