Maurice found himself in a world of confusion. It didn't act like it was going to eat him. It didn't want money...but whatever it wanted, the vampire was at its mercy because with a bum arm and his back full of holes. He coughed again.

Damn that guy. Whoever he was. Some overgrown football player it looked like. Or felt like. He hadn't been tackled in a good long time and he'd forgotten what it was like to have his bell rung.

The awkward, ember-filled silence that stretched between them started making his stomach hurt so he coughed again and offered up a new question. "What...d'you..."

No, that wasn't the right question.

"What..."

No, not that one either. It was rude.

"Who?"

That was the ticket.

Give 'em a break, Mason, he's trying to figure out why the train has just stalled on the tracks five feet away.