Even if he went way back, as far as he could recall, to the very first time he’d been in her presence, brought there by the elder to drink from her and become a blood god, he’d thought it was foolishness, lies. He’d been sly enough to do what they told him. Ah, that blood had felt so good. And what had life been for him before that, backbreaking labor, hunger, his father’s constant bullying. All right, I’ll die and be reborn. And then I’ll smash in your faces with my new godly fists! He knew a blood god was infinitely stronger than a human being. You want to give me that power? I’ll bend the knee. But you’ll regret it, my sanctimonious friends.

“Drink,” said the being talking in his head. “Now. Choose one of the victims the world offers you.”

“You don’t have to tell me how to do it, you fool,” he said, spitting the words into the rain. He’d stopped and they were staring at him and then he did this feint he had perfected, falling down on his knees, then rising, head bowed, as he staggered into a deep but small shop in a narrow building, where only one serving girl waited for a customer, and came towards him with arms out, asking if he were ill.

It was so simple to force her into the storage room behind the little emporium and hold her tight in one arm as he sank his fangs into her neck. She shuddered and shivered like a bird in his grasp, words strangled in her throat. The blood was sweet with innocence, with deep convictions of harmony amongst all the creatures of the planet, with some exalted sense that this encounter now which clouded her mind and ultimately paralyzed her must have meaning. Else how could such a thing happen to her?

She lay on the floor at his feet.

He was reflecting on the quality of the blood. So rich, so healthy, so filled with exotic flavors, so different from blood in the time he’d been made. Ah, these robust and powerful modern humans, what a world of food and drink they enjoyed. The blood was sharpening his vision as it always did, and calming something in him for which he had no name.

He snapped off the electric lights in the storage room and waited. Within seconds a pair of customers had come into the shop, a big gawky boy and a pale emaciated European girl.

“Back here,” he said, beckoning to them, smiling at them, focusing his precious power right on their eyes, glancing from one to the other. “Come.”