““I was transformed. Into a vampire." He glanced quickly around the table, but was met with nothing but blank looks. At least, they weren't screaming. Or trying to stab him with the silverware. "Are you sure, dear?" Dorotea asked. "It's true," Maggie said. "Pierce and I are both vampires." Silence descended around the table as everyone stopped eating. Pierce wondered when the screaming would begin. "Ah, well." Dorotea shrugged. "Nobody's perfect." "That's the truth," Aunt Betty muttered. "Pass the potatoes," Uncle Bob said.””
