Huffing and puffing, Renfield slowly dragged the hand-cart up the pathway. It had been a while since he had to do this, and he was a bit out of shape as a result. "Why the Master just doesn't let me use some sort of 20th century automotive device to deliver this stuff, I'll never know". But he learned not to question his Master's word.

He stopped the cart in front of the doorway, and began to pull some bottles from within it. Wine bottles, to be exact, but of course his Master never drinks wine, nor do any of his guests, as far as he knows.

Here upon the mark we stand
Moving upon a mysterious current
Weeping and laughing away the day
Until only shall we slumber

If you should stumble along the marvelous path
And claw your way across the stones
Let is not matter that your flesh rips clean
Nor the blood that shows the way

For to triumph against the tears and anguish
Whispering our names with an intake of breath
Wrapping arms around a redemptive soul
In the back of our minds to welcome us home

So take my hand and allow it to heal

Hammer brought screen chills to cinema audiences from the 1950s, and many films were made at various studios in Borehamwood. They made stars of Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. However, 25 years before Hammer were splashing around Technicolor blood, another company dominated horror films in Hollywood - Universal.

*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.....