The fine china, the glassware, the sterling silver-plate, the platters of gourmet food; all were a ruin of chaos, a scattered and smeared clutter. The drunken women were taking their turns biting at our necks. Naked female bodies crawling over us, pawing at our male bodies, squirming their bare skin against ours, their sepulchral voices moaning with their otherworldly hunger.
I couldn’t escape the reality of my condition. Their mouths fastened on my neck; gently biting, cautiously piercing my veins, sipping tiny amounts of my crimson elixir of life under the watchful eyes of Mara and Vidov.
It was too much for my mind and body to go through. The physical and psychological mania was more than the human psyche and flesh could assimilate and remain sane. I shut my eyes, opened my mouth and
