Somehow the night had passed--somehow in bitterness, in anguish. But it had passed.

Ernest's lips were parched and sleeplessness had left its trace in the black rings under the eyes, when the next morning he confronted Reginald in the studio.

*Deep within the caverns he calls his home, Deadend broods. Long has he remained enclosed in his halls, awaiting the day he felt the desire to return to the surface. As he sits in front of his fireplace he reads the journal he has kept these many long months since the Black Raven Inn closed it's doors. His thoughts turn to those he once called family. Something pulls at his consciousness, however...something very familiar. Slowly, he closes the journal and rises. He is ready...it is time. He grabs his favorite smoking jacket and walks to the entrance to his caverns.

Bran Castle, which cleaves to a steep cliff that towers above a medieval village in Romania, is up for sale for a bloodcurdling $85 million. Why? Castles don't normally fetch such top dollars these days, but a curious modern mythology has turned this property into a Dracula draw.

December 16, 2002 - A Boulder fang-maker who sued his former business partners for launching a rival vampire costume venture has been awarded triple damages and interest totaling more than $2.4 million. In a 20-page ruling, a federal judge in Denver said additional damages were appropriate in part because the defendants had provided "incomplete or false testimony" in a case that proved intentional violations of patent laws.

My path has split to left and right,
Both confusing, with power in sight
Ones result is far away,
but the one that calls,
Promises today.
One resembles light the other one dark,
The dimness calls to me and sets a spark,
A flame, a lust, a wild desire,
burning, churning, sets my soul afire.
The flames licking, dancing, consuming my soul,
I give my body complete and whole.
The icy grip of darkness, sears my skin
But connects with my heart like once lost kin.

Zillah
March 8, 2002