Eddie stood at the edge of his lawn, a cold breeze tumbling his messy blond hair over his glasses. He held his fists by his side, his lethal red gaze aimed down the street to where the detective had disappeared. Fury rolled out of him, so much so that it hesitated my steps.

"I heard him yelling at you," he said without looking at me, his voice edged with violence. His fangs shimmered in the moonlight. "I could really go for some detective blood right about now."

"Slow your ...