Paris, France 1820
......she slipped out of the small theater door.......finding her way through the dark winding streets, quiet now in the hours before dawn. The risk was huge but he promised that he would protect her. If only she could make it to the ship and to safety in time.... she must be there, he said, before the first rays of the morning sun. The night was still and the air heavy.
She felt her heart beating wildly as she began running into his arms.
Hands around her throat....intense red rimmed eyes bearing down on her....and then the pain.
Realization fills her eyes and escapes from Evealyn's throat.....
"I am...we are... forever now".....and the thirst begins.