As she stared at the patches of sunlight she heard a faint rustling outside. She listened, then listened again, and she realized she heard voices. She lowered the bar on the side of her bed, threw her legs over, and gripped the nightstand as she pulled herself upright. Her legs ached and her back cramped and her stomach pinched, but she strained to see. When she couldn’t stretch high enough, she dragged herself out of bed, limped to the window, and pulled aside the blinds.
Outside Sarah saw a crowd, not a thousand, not even a hundred, but enough to make themselves heard. Some held signs with slogans like “Down with Vampires!” and “No bloodsuckers in my backyard!” Most were calm, content simply holding their signs, allowing the words on the posterboards to proclaim their disdain. Others sq
