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Stregoni
benefici
:
An
Italian
vampire
,
said
to
be
on
the
side
of
goodness
,
and
a
mortal
enemy
of
all
evil
vampires
.
It
was
a
relief
,
that
one
small
entry
,
the
one
myth
among
hundreds
that
claimed
the
existence
of
good
vampires
.
Overall
,
though
,
there
was
little
that
coincided
with
Jacob
’
s
stories
or
my
own
observations
.
I
’
d
made
a
little
catalogue
in
my
mind
as
I
’
d
read
and
carefully
compared
it
with
each
myth
.
Speed
,
strength
,
beauty
,
pale
skin
,
eyes
that
shift
color
;
and
then
Jacob
’
s
criteria
:
blood
drinkers
,
enemies
of
the
werewolf
,
cold
-
skinned
,
and
immortal
.
There
were
very
few
myths
that
matched
even
one
factor
.
And
then
another
problem
,
one
that
I
’
d
remembered
from
the
small
number
of
scary
movies
that
I
’
d
seen
and
was
backed
up
by
today
’
s
reading
-
vampires
couldn
’
t
come
out
in
the
daytime
,
the
sun
would
burn
them
to
a
cinder
.
They
slept
in
coffins
all
day
and
came
out
only
at
night
.
Aggravated
,
I
snapped
off
the
computer
’
s
main
power
switch
,
not
waiting
to
shut
things
down
properly
.
Through
my
irritation
,
I
felt
overwhelming
embarrassment
.
It
was
all
so
stupid
.
I
was
sitting
in
my
room
,
researching
vampires
.
What
was
wrong
with
me
?
I
decided
that
most
of
the
blame
belonged
on
the
doorstep
of
the
town
of
Forks
-
and
the
entire
sodden
Olympic
Peninsula
,
for
that
matter
.
I
had
to
get
out
of
the
house
,
but
there
was
nowhere
I
wanted
to
go
that
didn
’
t
involve
a
three
-
day
drive
.
I
pulled
on
my
boots
anyway
,
unclear
where
I
was
headed
,
and
went
downstairs
.
I
shrugged
into
my
raincoat
without
checking
the
weather
and
stomped
out
the
door
.
It
was
overcast
,
but
not
raining
yet
.
I
ignored
my
truck
and
started
east
on
foot
,
angling
across
Charlie
’
s
yard
toward
the
ever
-
encroaching
forest
.
It
didn
’
t
take
long
till
I
was
deep
enough
for
the
house
and
the
road
to
be
invisible
,
for
the
only
sound
to
be
the
squish
of
the
damp
earth
under
my
feet
and
the
sudden
cries
of
the
jays
.
There
was
a
thin
ribbon
of
a
trail
that
led
through
the
forest
here
,
or
I
wouldn
’
t
risk
wandering
on
my
own
like
this
.
My
sense
of
direction
was
hopeless
;
I
could
get
lost
in
much
less
helpful
surroundings
.
The
trail
wound
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
forest
,
mostly
east
as
far
as
I
could
tell
.
It
snaked
around
the
Sitka
spruces
and
the
hemlocks
,
the
yews
and
the
maples
.
I
only
vaguely
knew
the
names
of
the
trees
around
me
,
and
all
I
knew
was
due
to
Charlie
pointing
them
out
to
me
from
the
cruiser
window
in
earlier
days
.
There
were
many
I
didn
’
t
know
,
and
others
I
couldn
’
t
be
sure
about
because
they
were
so
covered
in
green
parasites
.
I
followed
the
trail
as
long
as
my
anger
at
myself
pushed
me
forward
.
As
that
started
to
ebb
,
I
slowed
.
A
few
drops
of
moisture
trickled
down
from
the
canopy
above
me
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
be
certain
if
it
was
beginning
to
rain
or
if
it
was
simply
pools
left
over
from
yesterday
,
held
high
in
the
leaves
above
me
,
slowly
dripping
their
way
back
to
the
earth
.
A
recently
fallen
tree
-
I
knew
it
was
recent
because
it
wasn
’
t
entirely
carpeted
in
moss
-
rested
against
the
trunk
of
one
of
her
sisters
,
creating
a
sheltered
little
bench
just
a
few
safe
feet
off
the
trail
.
I
stepped
over
the
ferns
and
sat
carefully
,
making
sure
my
jacket
was
between
the
damp
seat
and
my
clothes
wherever
they
touched
,
and
leaned
my
hooded
head
back
against
the
living
tree
.
