She closed her eyes, unable to voice the fear in her mind. "From a vampire," Ethan finished for her.
A fear as ancient as time itself rose, threatening to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath and tried to control the turmoil running panicked circles in her mind. It couldn't be true. Vampires didn't exist, damn it! They were a product of fiction and imagination, not reality.
"Just as psychic powers don't exist?" Ethan said, voice gentle.
She glanced at him sharply. There was an odd expression on his face as if her reaction was important in some way. "That isn't the same thing!"
"Why? Many people believe psychic powers to be in the same reality as vampires. Does not believe in them make them any less real?"
"No. But vampires?"
"Look at her neck, Shirley. Remember the man she was with, remember his evil."
She didn't need to remember. All she had to do was close her eyes and his image was there. "Being evil doesn't necessarily make him a vampire."
