Literature
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust (Romania)
What is it I want in life, what have I fought so had and long for. What purpose did I give my soul up to be damned. For years I have questioned my unholy existence. Centuries of questions have passed, and only found answer by the kiss of cold un-dead lips. Her kiss, my bride, my life, my heart, (Y/N).
"Vlad, dear what are you looking at" her silk voice asked as she descended the fading carpet of the stair case. My angle, who's beauty holds no parallel. She could wear rags, and she would still be an angel to me.
"Nothing Honey." I answered, letting the velvet drapery fall shut. They where coming for us. I could see the torches glowing