“What time is it?” I blew a pale blue smoke ring and gazed toward the dilapidated Byzantine-style building.
“A quarter to eight.” Heljik Dozha glanced at his Omega gold watch and drew a deep breath of the winter night's icy air. He was of mixed heritage. In his towering 1.98-meter frame ran the blood of at least seven ethnic groups. “My great-grandmother also had Inuit blood,” he once told me. But none of that stopped him from being my best friend.
“Let's move!” I hefted the heavy travel bag and headed for the abandoned farmstead.
“Wait, Tang!”
Theme:
Vampires are an eternal topic.
A very good short story. By the way, it is still a classic by the old author.