“Michelle?” he asked, staring at the figure standing in the dark. He stayed in the pool of light, so she could see him.“Martin?” “Yeah,” Martin replied.“You promise?” Michelle asked, stepping into the light.“Yes,” he grinned, letting his fangs be visible, gleaming in the light. She didn’t even flinch. “Wow, most people are scared, but oh well.” “I’m not.” “Why not, aren’t you afraid of dying?” “Nope, we all die sometime.” “Well,” he grimaced, “That