Crowley nodded and took a book from a nearby shelf. This was a corner for bibles. Copies of bibles that had been translated into the languages of various countries were placed there. The one that he took was in Latin. He had lost his faith in God for a long time already, but was it possible that recounting his memories had made him love God again?
Opening the bible, Crowley said.
“Then tonight, just like that day, we’ll engage in reminiscent talk while drinking wine?”
Ferid smiled and replied.
“Sure. But we can’t drink wine anymore.”
They now had bodies that could only take in blood.
“We can’t? Weren’t you drinking wine that day?”
Of course it had been blood. He wondered how long it had been since he last drank wine.
Crowley asked.
“How and when did you become a vampire? In fact, I’m interested in the story of how you became a vampire.”
“Are you interested in me?”
“I’m interested in how a pervert like you came to be. Even you can’t have been a vampire from the start right?
“Aha.”