William Tenn

“ Steve tore out of the kitchen. A second or two later, he was off in the hot-rod.
He came back about eleven-thirty, looking as old as his father. I was right, all right. When he'd wakened Tatiana and asked her straight, she'd broken down and wept a couple of buckets-full. Yes, she was a vampire, but she'd only got the urge a couple of months ago. She'd fought it until her mind began to crack. Then she'd found that she could make herself invisible, when the craving hit her. She'd only touched kids, because she was afraid of grown-ups—they might wake up and be able to catch her. ”

“ A witch. But this was a very frightened, very upset young lady who got in the car and cuddled up in Steve's free arm like she'd taken a lease on it. And I could tell she was even younger than Steve.
So, all the time we were driving back, I was thinking to myself these kids have got plenty trouble. Bad enough to be in love with a vampire, but to be a vampire in love with a normal human being. . .
"But how can I marry you?" Tatiana wailed. "What kind of home life would we have? And Steve, one night I might even get hungry enough to attack you!"
The only thing none of us counted on was Doc. ”

“ And as for Tatiana—
"Nonsense," he told her. "Vampirism might have been an incurable disease in the fifteenth century, but I'm sure It can be handled in the twentieth. First, this nocturnal living points to a possible allergy involving sunlight and perhaps a touch of photophobia. You'll wear tinted glasses for a bit, my girl, and we'll see what we cari do with hormone injections. The need for consuming blood, however, presents a somewhat greater problem." ”