When they came up, she pointed to Paris' mouth, with newly swollen lips, and sobbed "There's something wrong with the milk."Eddie ran over and grabbed...a hose, turning the tap. He rushed back and gave the hose to Jill so she could wash Paris' mouth while Eddie held Paris down. A few seconds later Wal turned up, and Eddie explained quickly.He took over immediately. "Eddie, take Sarah and check how she made the milk. Jill, run and get me the phone." Eddie grabbed Sarah and pulled her running after. 'What color? That's totally stupid. Oh really?The boss might not like green and the promotion he couldn't decide about goes to Joe because you wore green and Joe wore brown ... the boss loves brown and wears it everyday.Back the car out of the garage?The kids brand new bicycle is leaned up against the garage door and you decided to open the garage boor with the button in the car instead of the one by the kitchen door. The handlebar pokes a hole in the gas tank and Joe gets the promotion because. When it was over, Trudi and I got talking. She had been brought in by the organisers, put up in this very hotel. She was a travel journalist in the US and spent much of her time in places like this, schmoozing and smiling and being grateful for the opportunity to… etc.“The restaurant here is okay, but I feel cooped up,” she said. “Is there somewhere not too far away that does a decent spread?”I picked her up at seven and took her to a bar called The Palms, where they do a proper margarita, one. She knew she had to move sometime, but she was scared.Another smell perforated her senses every now and again. Blood. Human blood. Life giving, wonderful human blood. She hated and loved it. Her body needed it, desired it, craved it. It was an addiction that no young girl should have to face, worse than any drug, with far worse consequences.She'd only been out of the alley twice since that night. Twice in the last month. That night it all changed. That night a month ago, when he came. He came.