The Vampire Gene

I smiled at the idea of the big strong vampire caring about the safety of a small, noisy ball of fur. I had seen the detritus he'd left in his wake when he'd single-handedly annihilated a group of blood drinking vampires a couple of days ago, and here he was arranging accommodation for the kitten, who was still loudly munching her breakfast. I gulped down the rest of my coffee, and went to throw some clothes into a bag again.