Walking down the road, Saraphine can feel that she is being watched.

Turning to see who is watching her, she sees the dashing man jump onto the roof of the Inn. And, who looks like the bartender, on the ground watching her.

'Hmm.. wonder why they are watching me? I hope they know I mean no harm.'

Keeping Lovely close, they continue to walk down the road.

Saraphine Anura
11 May 2001

Tears fall slowly down my cheeks
Wet, winding rivers cutting a path of pain
I never wanted to hurt you
Never meant to fall in love so easily
Time and distance play such cruel jokes
Separated by the many miles of ocean between us
And the span of years no one could understand
Once I told you, Never love me for I’ll only bring pain
You didn’t listen, couldn’t listen
Now your heart breaks the same as mine...
I want to feel your arms around me,
Feel your breath upon my skin
Hear your voice whisper in my ear

I should certainly be pleased to play the part of Dracula again on the screen (surely it is the immortal role par excellence?), although I have many times refused to accept it. Nowadays I think the public identifies me with this part, and if I have sometimes refused it, it was for fear that, like the unfortunate Bela Lugosi, I should spend the rest of my life unable to play anything else.

May 14, 2007 (The Register / Lewis Page) -- Call it the vampire equivalent of Lite beer: Sheffield University researchers believe they have developed a way of manufacturing artificial human blood using "dendrimers and hyper-branched polymers" to form "bio-mimetic molecules".