*waking in the room, Saraphine knows that she is in the Black Raven Inn. Not knowing nor remembering how she got there, she is still very groggy and can't see very well, she can make out a figure standing over her*

"Hello? Who are you and where am I?" She manages to stammer before falling back asleep.

Saraphine Anura
14 May 2001

The mercury light of the streetlamp
Tints orange the images of my mind,
Its beam so strong against the night
So feeble against the darkness.

I remember the things which bring me pain;
So fast thoughts which bring joy fade.
Yet with the onslaught of time
More vivid are those of grief and guilt.

Fingers of the past clawing forward
To tighten their grip
On the mind which gave them birth.

Tethers of shame
Shrouding ever thicker
The heart of their gestation.

"No more!"

a whole city, producing more devastation in the four or five minutes it lasted, than would a half century of ordinary phenomena.

I am Legend. Duel. The Twilight Zone. Star Trek. Dracula. X-Files. One genius helped create or inspire all of them. Do you know his name?

October 27, 2007 (The Sun) -- A maniac branded "The Vampire" was jailed for a minimum of four years yesterday after fleeing a secure hospital and holding a gran hostage.