higher truth and glory. For 100 years, I have seen the ecstasies of
human world - 1960s revolution, seven sins, chaotic society etc etc, yet
solutions seem so idealistic.
Suddenly, a love letter blow onto my hands:
My dear Giselle:
Je t'adore, je t'aime. My love for you have never withered, even after 100 years. My starlet, your dark eyes are kaleidoscopes of wisdom; your crimson lips the resemblance of love; your charming wits the key to unlock my heart. You are the unique replica of the graceful angel and the seductive vampiress. I long for your return, I yearn for our forever tete-a-tete on society, and to have rose petals infatuate over the universe. Satins and velvets are nothing to your unique self. Will you be mine?
Ich liebe sie
D
Ah, Devin, my wise maker. The one who transformed me into a Nosferatu. A
flashback of feelings flooded my mind - a mixture of Utopian memories and stabbed thoughts.
Suddenly, there was an arm across my shoulders.
'My dear, you are finally back', Devin whispered.
'Yes, I have fulfilled my adventures, I still render this place as if a picturesque impression...'
'Amore mio,...' Soon we were in each others embrace, with strings of
blood tears splattering on his black suit and my red dress.
'Another discussion, m'amour?' Devin surely penetrated me.
'Yes' 1

