“That’s up to you,” the Adversary replied. “But if a vampire can find a moment of grace... who knows who might be next?” He gave the ghost of a bow. “Stay sane, little brother; I look to you as my inspiration. Stay sane, stay sane, stay sane.”
With a backward wave of his hand, the Adversary walked into the darkness. Full night had fallen: a night rinsed with soft rain.
Rogasz decided to wait beside the corpse a while longer — maybe the dog would come back.
Author’s Notes
I’m normally a pretty cheerful guy... but when I saw the movie Se7en in 1995, this story just came blurting out over the next three days. A story in which the world is withered, thinned out, shriveled. Where Everyman is a despairingly unbalanced vampire who seeks moral guidance from the Devil in a bus shelter.
I should know better than to see certain types of movies. If I’d seen a movie about the Care Bears, heaven knows what I might have written.