As the quarantine spread through the city, the vampire watched, and he waited. He didn’t understand the reports, something about a virus. Germ theory was after his time and he refused to truck with any such modern notions. But he knew a plague year when he saw one.
He’d eaten well, during the plagues. It was harder now. People were being careful, they were staying out of public spaces where he could reach them. But he had new methods.
He rang the doorbell in front of the house. “Hello? This is Vladimir from Quick Bites? I have your food delivery!”

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