I only realized my folly when I saw the girl I'd bitten come into sight around another curve. Logically, I should have hidden, tucked myself away in a fold of the cliff to avoid notice. But trhat was logic. Vampires were creatures of pleasure, creatures of the moment and instict. Underneath the full moon (such as shone tonight), this was even more true. I didn't feel like hiding, instead, I slipped out of my cape and boots and bagin a small, soft, whirling sort of dance. I dropped my mask too, revealing the long scar trailing over my left eye. The moon, the stars, thee soft snad, the noise of the waves. It all seemed to come together in a crescendo of ecstacy.