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Interview
with a Vampire...
"You
said that you can smell a werewolf in either form. So, your senses are
that acute?"
"My
senses are very acute, though Sean's olfactory is second to none."
"What
about other vampires? Can you smell them?"
"When
it comes to other vampires, it is not so much a question of smell. The
proximity of another vampire triggers what you might call a sixth sense.
For instance, if a vampire were anywhere in this apartment complex, I
would..."
His voice
trailed away as his attention shifted. Maybe his olfactory wasn't as
powerful or sensitive as Sean's but he could not help but notice the
change in the air. As he concentrated, he immediately identified the
familiar "wet dog" scent, and located its source. His eyes
focused past Alex and onto Mark, whose back was to them.
"Sean?"
Alex
whipped around, more shaken than he had been the entire evening. Mark
stood facing the bookshelf, his respiration heavy through his nose as
every breath drew swift and deep..."
"Sean?"
Mark turned
slowly, his movement sluggish as one deep in hypnosis. His eyes finally
met Alistaire's.
"Sorry
to interrupt, Alistaire," he said with a thick Irish dialect,
"but I need ye on the home front. We've got a situation with
Trey."
"Understood.
Alex, please excuse us."
And with
that, like a lightning strike from above, I was back. I shook my head,
disoriented by the sudden transition. I was completely out of hypnosis,
though drained as before. I could detect no trace of Alistaire.
"Neil?"
Mark muttered, his hand heavy on the bookcase for support, the foreign
accent gone from his speech. "What the hell was that?"
"Mark?
Neil?" Alex stammered, his head pivoted back and forth between us
as though he were watching a highspeed tennis match. "What the f___
is going on here?!"
That's what
I wanted to know.
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