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"But first, on earth as vampire sent,

Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all thy race;

There from thy daughter, sister, and wife,

At midnight drain the stream of life;

Wet with thine own best blood shall drip

Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;

Then stalking to thy sullen grave,

Go---and with Gouls and Afrits rave;

Till these in horror shrink away

From Spectre more accursed than they!"

Hahahahaha...

Edgar Crulestein, keeper of the graves

Has seen things over the years that should not be.

The necropolis he watched on the edge of night

Was the only comfort of his troubled mind.

So peaceful and dark in his own world,

Only occasional visitors disturb, his demented thoughts for he has a scheme, a crazy one at that, he's about to make a deal with a vampire.

Edgar watched with morbid interest how quick and precise a woman's demise

Claws in her breasts, tearing up the middle like a butcher gutting a hog. Then begins to drink the blood, drinking with great pleasure, the blood tastes so sweet and when it rises, there's nothing left but flesh and bone, a lifeless clump of pus. The horror before him, the sight before him makes him piss his pants and he could tell by cynical remarks that they were getting thirsty.

As he sits here night after night, he watched with great interest as they preyed on human blood. One more to add to their ranks, or left drained dried to rot. Parasites who hath spawned from hell Satan's angel of death. Please Mr. Dark one listen to me. I very much want to serve you, I have watched you Nosferatu and I've seen the risk you take of the stakes in the sun. I shall give you blood. You shall not have to take the risks.

All I ask in return is some of the riches that you possess.

So the deal was made. Edgar sells the blood

But they have become wise for the blood is their own.

In the lair they sleep,

Edgar walks light on his feet

In his hand, a syringe,

He must have blood, so that he shall be rich.

We have found out about your unfaithful thoughts. The reasoning for our growing weak, now you must pay for the crimes committed against our sect. To awake thirsty in the night, Edgar, you foolish man, you will never die, but you will be rich. Edgar's never seen in the light but you can see him in the light of the moon, sitting in his graveyard thinking of the day he tried to rule. He screams, he yells he curses and he kicks, but when it's done, Edgar kills again.