"What are you afraid of?" She asked out of nowhere.
"Torture," I said.
"What else?"
"Vampires and dinosaurs."
"What else?"
"Men with tattoos on their faces."
"Why?"
"I think they might be vampires."
"Really?"
"Yes," I said.
"Is that why you wear that cross around your neck?"
"Pretty much," I said, and it was true. It was a crucifix I'd gotten for my first communion, a silver one, so it kind of protected against werewolves too even though I wasn't scared of them anymore. I took it off only to shower or have sex, and I always did both as fast as possible, and never totally without fear.