Night's Touch

Serafina knelt at Anthony's grave site. Even though his body wasn't there, she visited his grave each week to make sure it had fresh flowers. Sometimes, when the weather was nice, she pretended his body was buried there and she spent the afternoon by the grave, reading to him from a book of poetry; sometimes she told him about Anton and how proud of him she was.



"I'm sure he'll be as talented as you were." She caressed the headstone, her fingers tracing the letters of his name. "He's such a handsome young man, so like you in every way. You'll be so pleased when you see him. I've kept your lab just the way you left it. I'll be using it soon. Anton will have to help me subdue the vampire. I was going to use the woman's blood for the blood of an enemy, but I think Roshan's will be more effective. I'll probably have to kill him..."



She smiled. "Or maybe I'll let you do that. Would that please you?" she queried. Then, thinking about it, she frowned. "I think we might have to kill them all."



Dropping down on her knees, she pressed a kiss to the top of the headstone. "Rest well, my beloved, until next we meet."



Soon, she thought, soon the time would be right and they would be together forever, as they were meant to be.