Powerful, powerful character stuff ... this is not your standard vampire fare.
P.S. The teensiest of snippets because immaturity of this level in two characters who've been vampires since 1555 (and were allegedly adults then) amuses me no end (as does the fact that they waited until they were out of her reach before they started up again):
It was always difficult to see vampires move. One moment, it seemed to Lydia that she was standing, barefoot on the cold stone floor, with the Master of London on one side of her and Don Simon on the other. Then she was alone in the lantern-lit kitchen, hearing from the darkness outside the whisper of voices:
"The least you can do is dispose of the motor car for me ..."
"You stole it; you drown it."
"Papist cur ..."
And they were gone.