“You see those two mole about half way up my neck?” I asked as I pointed to the right side of my throat. I turned my head so he could get a closer look.
“So what,”  he retorted as I turned my head back to face him.
“So, those two moles have been passed down through ten generations on my mother’s side.”
“Moles aren’t hereditary,” he said raising an eyebrow, “at least the place they grow in isn’t.”
“Maybe for humans”,  I said nonchalantly as I turned and started walking away. There was a long silence on his part before I heard him start jogging towards me. Not slowing a bit, I almost made it out of the alley before I sensed him fall into step beside me. I could hear him gasping for air, so I stopped and started the conversation. “Let me guess,” I mused, “ you want to know exactly what I meant by saying ‘maybe for humans’.” I knew he had bent down with his hands on his knees when he blurted out a messy  “yas”.
I still had my back turned to him, but I turned around to find him slumped over himself. Taking some pity on him I led him to the cold brick that lined the alley way and let him lean against it.  “Are you sure you sure you want to hear the story?” I ventured as I leaned next to him against the wall.
He had regained most of his breath when he straightened and said, “tell me.”
I sighed a heavy sigh as I launched into the tale. “Like I said earlier, it was ten generations ago on my mother’s side, so that would make it,” I paused and pretended to do some mental math even though I already knew that answer to my own inquiry. “ That would make it, seven-hundred years ago.” I heard a tiny gasp and saw him shift before I continued, “ the streets of Paris were crowded that night and yet noone saw her snatched away by the night. I don’t mean the kind of dark that you and I are presently used to, I mean dark, as it was related to me, it was so dank and dark that there is more light and less moisture at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.”
I took yet another pause to build up suspense before continuing on, “ noone heard her cry out. But of course, if they had then we wouldn’t be standing here together.” I glanced to my left and noticed that I had failed to keep his attention. Without saying a word, I straightened up and started off again. To my own dismay, I heard noone stir and come after me. Curiosity nabbed me as I hadn’t the faintest idea as to why I had not been followed. I whirled around and found myself staring into his impenetrable blue eyes.
“Tell me the rest,” he whispered. Obliging, I regaled him with the tale of how my grandmother ten generations back had been transformed into a vampire during her pregnancy with my grandmother nine generations back. I told him of the miraculous thing that happened when my ancestors turned their husbands into vampires before conceiving the next generation. I explained how the scars from the transformations evolved into moles across the generations. I related what my mother told me about the age of our family. We only become old because we are not fully vampires until our third decade and that is when we bear our children.
I stopped after I had explained it all and peered silently into his hard blue eyes. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of mine. I was used to this kind of silent awe after I poured the generations into them. It was always like this. First there was a quite astonishment, then disbelief and finally, “why?”
He just barely mouthed the question, but I didn’t need to hear it to give my answer. “Who are you,” I said flatly while I ran my hand over his eyes, shutting them. I knew that before he would even think to open them, I would be back on the main road looking for  my next appointment.