The blast, coming out of the nearby darkness as it did, startled me considerably. Matters did not improve when the source of the explosion came under the influence of a streetlamp and I beheld the vampire.
He was traditionally clad, which made for easy identification. His pallor was interrupted by a bright red nose, which he blew into a silk handkerchief.
Vampire or no, my manners remained unruffled.
“God bless you.”
He gave me a nasty look.
“Oh. Right. Sorry.”
“Neber mind,” he replied sourly.
Had I possessed any quantity of sense, I would have taken advantage of his debilitation and fled. Instead, I struck up a conversation.