He tossed the knife from one hand to the other. "Search me, sugar. Nobody seems to be able to give me a good solid answer on that one. Not a Dracula, that's for sure. I used to just be a boy. The kid still is, but that's beside the point."
He folded the knife up again and placed it in his pocket. It only took a second's focus to get the darkness to flare up around him, and he ran a hand through his hair as he did so, like nothing had happened. The stuff flickered at the edges of his figure, black and shimmering like heat waves on asphalt. "I guess I'm just something else."