*having peeked through the window and watched Demon primp in from of the mirror, she smiles*"Demon sure is something to watch" She tells the Cows "But don't worry, I'm sure those boots are no-one you two know"

"C'mon We'll go see what Vlad III has done with your barn"

*she walks towards the looming building in the back...glancing around occasionally wondering where the chill is coming from.....and wrapping her arms tightly around her*

Oftentimes there is nothing

like now

Over seascapes and skies grey

Crumpled and breathing in

heather, lavender and orange peel.

Ariadne

I knew it was coming, I heard it coming, but I said nothing.
I felt my worry increase but was afraid he'd think I cared too much and would back off.
I painfully stepped around the glass until he told me what was going on:
I had to cross the razors beneath my feet slowly, as to not cut myself and bleed to death in his sight.
I simply sat silent as he complained to me, yet I felt my shoulders slump, my energy sag.
His pain oozed over my confused flesh and I turned black for him.
My silence scared him away, but he left the glass behind for me.

September 6, 2002 (ananova.com) - A three-year-old boy in Brazil shot his sleeping father because he was scared of vampires. The boy's mother has blamed a new soap opera called "The Kiss of the Vampire" for the incident. In the programme, broadcasted by Rede Globo TV station, vampires terrorise a small town.

Kiss the blade. . .
Smooth raptured curves
Offer escape and entry
Pulsating, my veins cry out for
Release
A blister upon the
Soft velvet of my heart
Slowly weeps. . .poisoning my mind
With one merciful cut
Could be set free
Merciful
A fist clenched
Around the weak curve of my throat
Thieves the words to make this real
In one joyous stroke
It could be opened
Spilling out as much truth as I am worth

The soft caress
Of blood
On the side of my cheek