From Pandora to Marius

“At the dawn they will take us (…) The coffin where I rest itself will take me (…) I’m messed up, lost. I cannot search for shelter, I don’t want to, I wont! (…) Help me to free myself, hold me, take me (…). Later you can judge and condemn me. I need you; I will haunt the neighborhoods (…) ‘till you arrive (…). I’m a slave to that blood drinker’s will.I love you. “

(Anne Rice)