Vampires, as fascinating as they are seductive

  “Is your equipment ready?”
  “Yes,” said the boy.
  “Then sit down. I'm going to turn on the overhead light.”
  “But I thought vampires didn't like the light,” said the boy. “If you think the dark adds atmosphere–” But then he stopped. […] At once the room was flooded with a harsh yellow light.
  And the boy, staring up at the vampire, could not repress a gasp. His fingers danced backwards on the table to grasp the edge. “Dear God!” he whispered, and then he gazed, speechless, at the vampire. The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were sculpted from bleached bone, and his face was as seemingly inanimate as a statue, except for two brilliant green eyes that looked down at the boy intently like flames in a skull. But then the vampire smiled almost wistfully, and the smooth white substance of his face moved with the infinitely flexible but minimal lines of a cartoon. “Do you see?” he asked softly. The boy shuddered, lifting his hand as if to shield himself from a powerful light. His eyes moved slowly over the finely tailored black coat he'd only glimpsed in the bar, the long folds of the cape, the black silk tie knotted at the throat, and the gleam of the white collar that was as white as the vampire's flesh. He stared at the vampire's full black hair, the waves that were combed back over the tips of the ears, the curls that barely touched the edge of the white collar. “Now, do you still want the interview?” the vampire asked. The boy's mouth was open before the sound came out. He was nodding. Then he said, “Yes”.