And what of you? “You’re a…a…” I could not even finish my sentence. I started falling and he caught me in his arms. Nevermore. Will you be mine?” I pulled myself away and turned away from him. “Don’t worry, i’ll be fine.” So reluctantly I bit down on his artery and began drinking. His touch was like ice. What is the name by which you are called?” I felt myself falling under his spell. “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.
