She looks into his fiery eyes, encased in darkness, and feels an overwhelming lure. She'd had this feeling once before, back in the village, attracting her to the catacombs. "This could not be", she thought, "Is this man before me, my saviour, or death incarnate?". He stares back at her, his fangs bearing, revealing his true self. Her heart races, pulsating the air around her, drawing him in. The blood smells its sweetest now, but he knows he mustn't be consumed by it. "I will not harm you" he says, "My name is, Decan". He hands her a package wrapped in a blood red cloth, and tied with black horse hair. She unwraps it vigorously, as if ordered by him, revealing a small wooden box. She opens it before him. www.keepbackthenight.com Fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Keep-Back-The-Night/146914965319299?ref=ts