Deserted Cities of the Heart
Giles ascended the stairs, taking care not to stand on the roses that lay on each step, and entered the bedroom. Jenny lay on the bed and his smile grew broader. As he drew nearer his smile faded. His grip on the glasses in his hand slackened. She was absolutely motionless and there was no sign of breathing.
Suddenly her eyes opened. “Ah,” Giles said, smiling again. “You gave me quite a start there. You were so still that for a moment I feared that you might be, ah, dead.”
Jenny opened her mouth to reveal her fangs. “I am.”