The 'coming out at night' thing did little to dissuade Sam that the guy was a vampire. "Well," she drawled, "speaking as an urban legend myself...ouch."

Then again, she was occasionally given to cliche herself. But the whole 'tortured soul' thing was one hundred fucking percent real. Self-loathing was an art form that Sam had mastered. And in an impressively short span of time.

She smiled, nevertheless. "Well, your world certainly doesn't lack of excitement."