Just kicking in a jam, working my way around learning to go by feel. so if somethings in the wrong place, it's not always on purpose. I accept instruction grudgingly, tolerate criticism if it's constructive and made with a kiss attatched, more later.

Chapter 4

ISLE OF WYRM

 

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.

Like a circle in the sand, my life is a cycle.
Birth, life, love, death, rebirth, life... love.

Oh, but how much sweeter it is the second time around.
But can I do it?
To slip from one man's arms to another's.

I am surely not made for such casual affairs.
Yet how can I deny what I feel, what I've felt you feel.

There's nothing casual in human emotion.
How can I deny the passion ripping through me, straight from my soul, when your lips claim mine.

*noticing that some one is behind her, Saraphine stops and turns around in time to see the dashing man flying over head*

*not able to speak Saraphine just stands there as the beautiful lady walks up to them and listens to them talk*

Just as she is about to say something she and Lovely are put to sleep.

Saraphine Anura
14 May 2001