Chapter 15 The Old Bald Dog
- Having lost a fair amount of blood to Chelsea the night before, I was still in a rather weakened state. I couldn't be bothered to clean up, choosing instead to rest directly by the counter.
- My mind was filled with scenes from last night, and my heart raced. It felt as if I was dreaming. I couldn't believe it.
- Old Mr. Zeller claims that Chelsea isn't a vampire. Then what on earth is she?