April 1, 2002 (BOWLING GREEN, Fla. / AP) - A man dubbed "The Vampire Rapist" because he drank the blood of a kidnapped hitchhiker killed himself in his prison cell, officials said Monday.

I can smell it on you

The smell of another

I can see it on you

Your skin a different colour

You can’t come through this door

Your not welcome anymore

Don’t come here again

Do you hear me?

Somtow Sucharitkul, who writes as S.P. Somtow, is coming to terms - both personal and literary - with his remarkable multicultural background and a lifetime of traveling.

We are the children of the night,
standing on the threshold of understanding,
at war with the peace that lay broken in our souls.
We are the creatures of the darkness, which wraps itself around this world in perfect solitude, eternal.
We are that which we crave. We are what we fear, loathe, love.
Bound to that which we pledged ourselves to so long ago...
We stare over the edge of madness, wishing so deeply to fall,
to fall away into the blissful forever sleep that beckons us with ruby lips and whispered promises.
Instead we turn away.