La la la la la...hallelujah, and then an angel fell down into hell... Slightly revised version
A piece of prose I wrote a while back. Its purpose was to muddle up the senses, and I still mix tastes and smells and sights together in sentences cuz I like the effect :D The history behind the characters remains shady, but the girl he's waiting for got into some 'difficulties' and inherited her mother's sorcery...and is a little tied up at the moment. He's lovelorn, poor boy.
A tale of a new vampire, following in the footsteps of her/her maker. Without realising it, they become this master themselves. Sounds strange, but its funny how you can look back one day and think 'lord, I've changed so much'. So maybe you understand?