Chapter 7
Morton woke to total darkness and for a moment couldn’t figure out why. His night vision should have kicked in, but he couldn’t see anything. He began to panic, thrashing at the darkness, feeling the pressure of someone holding something over his eyes.
“It’s all right, Morton,” a soft cultured English voice said.
Albert.
And then he remembered. He wished he could forget.
A cloth was lifted from over his eyes and Albert’s angelic face leaned over him. Morton blinked at the suddenly bright lights.
“Oh, I am sorry.” Albert disappeared and the lights dimmed, but did not go out. “Is that better?”
“Yes.”
Albert was by his side again and helping him to sit up. He had been lying in a king-sized bed, fully clothed. The last thing he remembered was Seymour sinking his fangs into hi
