In the early 1730s, a band of Austrian medical officers were summoned to the Serbian village of Medvegia. An investigation was underway concerning the strange deaths of several villagers. The locals claimed the deaths were caused by vampires. The first of these vampires was Arnold Paole, a man who had died several years earlier by falling off a hay wagon.

The next morning's mail brought a letter from Ethel, a few lines of encouragement and affection. Yes, she was right; it would not do for him to stay under one roof with Reginald any longer. He must only obtain the manuscript and, if possible, surprise him in the attempt to exercise his mysterious and criminal power.

To live, to die, to rise again

Like a corpse with a Christ Compex: born again with immortal blood, setting loose upon the world a killer, a thief of life

Keeping the coffin builders busy

Am I beyond redemption? Beyond forgiveness?

Yes, I am, for I love what I do. Drinking from the Scarlet river, holding the power of life and death

I want more, always more.

An occational twinge of guilt, quickly lost in the heat of the kill.

Repress the urge to jump to the hightest point and shout with all my might

*blink blink* 'LB just smacked into the fireplace. But she'll be okay, she's got a hard head.' A small smile creeps across Koreena's lips. 'Demon just gave me a hug. I didn't hug back. Oops. Why am I not moving?' The smile disappears again. 'I'm home. People recognize me, they must have missed me too.' The smile is back again as she is guided to a stool.

Demon looks quizzically at her. After a few moments she lifts her eyes and catches the look.

You should cut the lieing tongue of your love

into a million tiny bits of bile you swallow,

while tiny tremble water drop

right between your eyes

because you said you loved me and you lied

you lied.

All you wanted was to rid me of pride

to ruin me for tenderness,

you lied

you lied.

And while i still love you like a river