He hid in his limestone cave to pout and ponder as he watched waves crash below. It was a funny place, his cave. Every half-century or so, people or creatures would materialize from the white wall in back. He’d eat them and throw their carcasses in the sea before they got two seconds to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the fantastic new world they found themselves in. Sometimes the carcasses caused a great stir on the news. The footage played over and over again as the skeleton was explained by a fever-eyed cryptozoologist. But he didn’t think about those things tonight. Tonight he was back in Ireland. When he used to be human. When Li was human too, and her name had been Molly. Tammy’s dirty blood boiled within him at the mere memory of Molly. In fact, Molly had been with him since last night, ever since he told Saffron the edited edition of his becoming a vampire. He easily talked around her existence - not so much as an “ahhhhh” or fumbling silence as he smoothly cut her from the portrayal.
