There was someone else in the room as dark as the center of the night I kept my cross tight in my hand, though it shook like a child at my side. How apt that outside it was raining! The scent of the air turned to sour A nausea was rising inside me I wanted to cry, not from sadness but some, some type of pity – yes – pity. He cowered before me he was a wretched creature this vampire.