Gregory jerked from surprise. "How'd you get in here?"
John held up his hands. "I mean you no harm, Holy Father, but I must speak with you."
"Tell me brother, what is so urgent that it could not wait for a morning audience?"
The monk smiled. "It is an audience I most wish to avoid."
In an out of the way winery in central Oregon a small band of monks guard a very dark secret--they're vampires.