New York City in 1978 is a dirty, dangerous place to live. And die. Joey Peacock knows this as well as anybody–he has spent the last forty years as an adolescent vampire, perfecting the routine he now enjoys; womanizing in punk clubs and discotheques, feeding by night, sleeping by day with others of his kind in the macabre labyrinth under the city’s sidewalks.

The subways are his playground and his highway, shuttling him throughout Manhattan to bleed the unsuspecting in the Sheep Meadow of Central Park or in the back seats of Checkered Cabs, or even those in their own apartments who are too hypnotized by sitcoms to notice him opening their windows. It’s almost too easy.

Until one night he sees them hunting on his beloved subway. The children with the haunting eyes. Vampires like him…or not like him. Whatever they are, whatever their appearance means, the undead in the tunnels are not as safe as once they were. And neither are the rest of us.