*wandering over to the window to see what poor little thing the boys have trapped, my brow furrows slightly*

"Those two....all that power, and all that vampyre testosterone! *shakes her head and watches for a minute finishing her drink and tossing the glass into the fireplace for luck*

"Well, I can't let them torture that poor thing...not when she might have something of benefit to me...She might be a good bleeder"

*smiles a bit wickedly and walks down the road towards the group....the girl seems quite afraid and a bit bewildered.....

I waved my love goodbye today,
As off to battle he rode.
His armour shone so brightly,
And his steed so proudly strode.

He is a brave and loyal knight,
And I am his bequeathed.
To most he is a fearsome sight,
But I see far beneath.

His heart is true and full of love,
With body strong and able.
His bravery comes from above,
Like the heroes of old fable.

The wedding is set for three months hence,
I will hardly stand the waiting.
Then celebrations will commence,
To sanctify our mating.

I stand at the crossroads
With no friend in sight
When an old man comes
And laughs at my plight
He goes down
My old path
I look to the left
And then to the right
I then look back
And see that man
Point left and disappear
I turn down the path
And it goes to my grave
I look back and then go ahead
I face death
And then I wake

Louis Giuseppi
October 3, 2001

Walking along the path you built,
Searching for the life you lost,
Darkened skies and greystone cobbles pave your way.
Stumbling and picking yourself up again and again,
Stopping to wonder if life is worth finding but you always continue on.
Sometimes you get the courage to look back. All you see are corpses rotting away.
Almost choking, nearly gagging, riddled with guilt,
The life you lost you threw away, not caring at what expense or cost.
Not caring what others think, do or say.

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