For over an hour Ernest paced up and down his room, wildly excited by Ethel's revelations. It required an immense amount of self-control for him to pen the following lines to Jack: "I need you. Come."

April 11, 2007 (wired news) -- Auction hounds are snapping up "vampire killing kits" and "vampire hunting kits" manufactured by a nineteenth century quack named Ernst Blomberg. The kits, which have been found in Australia and sold by at least two auction houses (including Southebys, reportedly for $12,000), include silver bullets, a wooden stake, holy water, and other important vampire-destroying items.

My enemy died today.
Left this Earth to better places.
I miss him.

He was the cause of fear, lessons,
and time being wasted in thoughts
of revenge.

He was memories invoked, to
cause me gratitude in my sorrow.
Now, silent.

He caused me to change. to grow.
I'd gnash my teeth to think he might
have known this.

He made me face myself, my demons,
and in my fear, my anger..my faith
bloomed in a way it could not have otherwise.

I am more enraged now that he is gone,

"Yes," said Walkham, the sculptor, "it's a most curious thing."

"What is?" asked Ernest, who had been dreaming over the Sphinx that was looking at him from its corner with the sarcastic smile of five thousand years.

"How our dreams of yesterday stare at us like strangers to-day."

My desire is burning
Fangs sink deep into my breast
The Immortal Kiss

Forbidden passion
building - devouring me
it demands his blood

My fangs sink deeply
Bonded by blood and body
Ecstacy prevails

Casandra
December 22, 2001