![]() And the boy, staring up at the vampire, could not repress a gasp. And then he sighed with relief when the vampire moved towards the table and reached for the overhead cord.Īt once the room was flooded with a harsh yellow light. He started to say something again but he said nothing. The boy could make out nothing of his face now, and something about the still figure there distracted him. The vampire was watching him with his back to the window. “If you think the dark adds to the atmosphere…” But then he stopped. “But I thought vampires didn’t like light,” said the boy. I’m going to turn on the overhead light.” “I’m really anxious to hear why you believe this, why you…” And quickly he removed the small tape recorder from his briefcase, making a check of the cassette and the batteries. “I would like to tell you the story of my life, then. Sometimes I interview as many as three or four people a night if I’m lucky. “But how much tape do you have with you?” asked the vampire, turning now so the boy could see his profile. He set his briefcase on the table and waited. A wash basin hung on one wall with a mirror. The boy could see the furnishings of the room more clearly now, the round oak table, the chairs. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. ![]() I SEE…” said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.
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