I followed the small- not young- girl. He must have been close to eighteen or nineteen, but still I was amazed at her resemblance to that character.
I read vampire books, lots of them. For one of them to be even slightly real was beyond comprehension. It was kind of a neat idea though.
The girl led me down the streets of town. She turned at the post office and I followed her behind the old abandoned tenements to the church in the middle of the cemetery. There I was thinking “this chick is crazy” again.
She pushed an old board to reveal a room full of candles wit a stack of books on a table in the center of the room.
The girl ushered me inside….