Hot for a Vampire Slayer

I ’ m not surprised that it took me so long to make the connection between the man at the ball and Lazlo.

Yes, the mask tattooed on his heart is an exact copy of the one I’d worn.

But I’ve lived countless lives, and objects tend to fade faster from my mind than people or experiences.

In fact, I rarely thought about our conversation in the pleasure gardens over the last few centuries, and certainly never beyond the occasional spark left behind by a missed connection.