I have no control of the beast any more than I have control over the dawn that so tortures it.

To-night, I visited Miss Winters.  I am planning more and more for her, but I must be subtle.  This evening, my actions were too bold.  First, gazing at her during my evening constitutional.  Then, drawn to her room, simply by licence of my ability to be there.  Quick as boiled asparagus, I found myself all too ready to bare my fangs, rend apart the flesh of her neck, and feed on the honeyed, crimson wealth within.  My will took hold and I fled, but not before turning up the lid of her music box to whisper the truth of her essence to her dreams.

Young Loomis goes to Portland with quite a shopping list.


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