Beloved confrere!

I only this moment found your words...and how they doth envelop me.

Warm me forthwith in their familiarity.

This place dissolves to the times when we would gather round the table to partake of the mystical vintage...

That wine was so very good!

Say you have not left this realm my kindred.

Your lingering presence quickens my soul...

I watch for your words of truth...

Shadowlace
August 5, 1996

Before speculating on any specific pathogens capable of producing a condition akin to vampirism, I wish to post an old line of reasoning on how vampires manage to survive on a diet which contains so much water and so little else.

Make a path and let me through
You'll die before I make it to you
Lying in a puddle of blood
With your body faced down in the mud
I'm running trough thorns, mist and trees
I have blood trickling down my hands and knees
I yell and scream out your name
I can't find you%3B I'm to blame
I start to stop and hear a noise
I listen closely, it's your voice
I run to the sound only to see
Your Gravestone staring at me
"I'll love you forever and always",
You you always said

Will I allow you to drag me down?

Will I allow you to hurt me now?

Will I spend the rest of my life wondering what I did this time?

Or will I stand up and walk away?

I am worthless,

I am foolish,

I am a disgrace.

Thank you for enlightening me.

I never would have known.

Reginald Clarke had hardly left the room when Ernest hastily rose from his seat. While it was likely that he would remain in undisturbed possession of the apartment the whole morning, the stake at hand was too great to permit of delay.