"There must be some," Ainsley argued. Victims that had got away, friends of people who'd become vampires. Family? Children?
"Besides, some of it's right, isn't it? I can hear and smell much better, can't I? And I'm fast. Strong. So some of it must be true." He sat and ran through all the myths, despite the fact that Liam had just told him not to. "Please don't tell me I can't ever eat garlic tandoori chicken or naan again," he finally said. Which was stupid, he knew. But he wanted to at least pretend he still had normal appetites. And it did taste good. Or at least it had. He wondered if it still would.