"A vampire?" Damon cocked one well-formed eyebrow at the other man. "Someone has a wild imagination, I see. I blame Twilight, myself. It's making people think vampires are popping out of the woodwork. Tell you what, shall we wait 'til the sun goes up and run outside and you can see if I sparkle or not?"
Damon had no problem with having another drink. With his metabolism, it took a lot to make him drunk, although it was not impossible.
Waving the hand that held the glass, he added, almost as a sop, "You did hit it right about Virginia, though. Fell's Church, to be exact. Ever heard of it?"
Some people called it Spook Central because of the ley lines which converged there.