An hour and a half. A fucking hour and a half by train to reach Cold Spring — a small village of hunters and fishermen on the Hudson River, surrounded by woods and mountains.
Yeah, definitely the perfect place to quench my thirst. I swear, I tried to resist as long as I could, but those few drops I managed to steal from Veronica during our daily fucks weren't even remotely enough. And with the outskirts of New York patrolled by the Monster Slayers, I have no choice but to hunt outside the city.
As usual, Veronica thinks I'm with Elaine, while Elaine thinks I'm out with some rich and charming middle-aged woman I met at a bar. And honestly, I'd much rather be in either of those two places instead of stuck here, in the middle of nowhere, looking for human blood. Yeah… sometimes being a vampire is a real pain in the ass.
