FREDWARD IN THE SUNLIGHT271 WAS SHOCKING. I COULDN'T GET USED
to it, though I'd been staring at him all afternoon, even thinking about the way he looked when I happened to blink. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, as if thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. I had been watching him for hours: he lay perfect(ly still) in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, scintillating arms bare, sun refracting gracefully off each of his diamond-hard nipples. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, but so lifelike, carved in some unknown stone, smooth as marble, glittering like crystal... .
Now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were trembling. When I asked, he told me he was singing to himself and that it was too low for me to hear.272 Honestly, I think he was just twitching a little and embarrassed about it. The thought of Fredward hiding his unattractive features in order to impress me sent a shiver down my pubescent spine.
271. "Fredward in the Sunlight" is Fredward's 'vampire name,' bestowed to him by his Maker upon completing his very first year as a vampire.
272. Fredward can generate sub-bass frequencies and frequently does so when bored.