[She settles her head on his shoulder, looking up at him from under half-lidded eyes.]

Sometimes, it's hard to tell the monster hunters from the monsters they hunt. They get twisted. Sometimes by revenge. Sometimes just by seeing too much to ever be wide-eyed again. They stop seeing the difference between a vampire who murders babies and bathes in the blood of virgins and a vampire who donates to Oprah and participates in relief efforts after Hurricane Katrina.

Or between vampires and people like me.