New technique
As George pulled out of the parking garage, the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors. His mind raced, replaying the day's events and grappling with the enormity of his new reality. The quiet hum of the car's engine provided a backdrop to his tumultuous thoughts.
"Find me if you need me," Amara had said. The words echoed in George's mind as he navigated the evening traffic. How exactly was he supposed to do that? She hadn't left a phone number or an email address. Was there some sort of vampire hotline he wasn't aware of?
A chill ran down George's spine as a new thought occurred to him. If Amara could somehow sense when he needed her, did that mean other vampires had the same ability? His mind flashed back to the first vampire he'd encountered, the one he'd fought. Could that creature find him at will? The idea sent a fresh wave of panic through him.