Several weeks had elapsed since the conversation in Reginald Clarke's studio. The spring was now well advanced and had sprinkled the meadows with flowers, and the bookshelves of the reviewers with fiction. The latter Ernest turned to good account, but from the flowers no poem blossomed forth.

Party till you drop
Temptress make those men swoon
Until dawn don't stop
Send them to padded tomes
Your face they will see forever and day
Your devlish form they seek to lay
In there minds it will play

Then when there young bodies become frail
With times resounding bell
You will come and take their breath
With your deadly last caress

Michael
February 23, 2002

June 7, 2007 (11 News / Jason Whitely) -- Summertime is prime time for teens who like to while away the hours surfing the Web. But that led to big trouble for a Sugar Land girl who liked to hang out on a site called vampirefreaks.com.

Dance star Moby has confessed to fans he would like to be a vampire, if it means he could be immortal. The Porcelain hitmaker offered the bizarre choice to readers of his website blog, and then shocked them by revealing he wants to be a vampire.

He wrote, "If a vampire approached you and said: 'with your consent I'll bite you and you'll have immortality but you'll never see the sun again.' would you say 'ok'?

"Yes, call me crazy, but I think that being a vampire would be fantastic."

"Would you consider putting that mad lamp with the naked man in the corner?" David Mlinaric, the doyen of interior decorators, has come to Transylvania. Jessica Douglas-Home, champion of Romanian culture, shuffles a 19th-century ambassador's uniform to the appointed position.