...the weak minded would now not only let him drink his fill, but would also follow like faithful hounds...
...horror of all horrors, he lured five of them to specially prepared iron cages, topped with wood and with a gap at the front. He sealed them inside...
...he began feeding from each of them; mesmerising them first, then carefully he drank al he could without damaging any...\
At last he knew his blood was strong enough to replicate what She had done for him... ...left me weak, close to oblivion but I watched him fill a glass goblet and hand it to me... ...we both sat next to a coffin, far from the sun's gaze, "drink" is all he said...