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.

We kiss. Juices mingling, his skin hot against mine. I kiss his cheek, then down to a warm neck. Lips brush velvet skin, tongue tracing a moist line along the pulsing heaven of an artery buried beneath. A hoarse whisper escapes his throat, begging for more. Does he know what he asks? I think not, but who would want to disappoint such a needy, yearning being?....not I...

I pull back, drowning in the heady scent of lust and lifeforce. The draw is too strong though, I cannot fight it, do not want to if truth be told.

Whilte silk on whiter skin
What drives that boy to heroine?
Cold dark nights spent alone
His anger the centre of a cyclone

City of lights, a sanctuary
The money they give, a necessity
Morose, skin of filth
Hand not seen, touch not felt
Only the neddle, and the tightening of the belt

Michael
February 23, 2002

*passes a servant carrying a try of cookies and tea up the stairs...he smiles to himself and continues to the bar...once there, he takes a quick inventory...nods in approval*

Now all I need is a customer...*smiles at Venusvii*

*watches Demon walk quickly out the door...he seems intent on his destination, so DE doesn't disturb him*

My melancholy mood quickly evaporated as I neared the Inn...something was different this night. It took all of 3 seconds to notice it. (Blame it on me being so wrapped up in my thoughts.) For the first time in so many months or years the Inn was not closed and most importantly, it was not empty.