“Should sleep now or ever overcome you, or be like to do, then haste to your own chamber or to these rooms, for your rest will then be safe. But if you be not careful in this respect, then…”
The Count is a demon!
After hearing his words above, I left my room and sought out a place to look out over the mountain, the woods and the moonlight. I needed a breath of an expanse … something to calm my prisoner nerves and anxious thoughts (particularly in respect to my e-mail. Did it make it to you, Mina?).
As I was looking out the window on the South Stair, I saw something that made my soul run screaming back to London. It was the Count. His head appeared just out of his own windowsill along the black castle walls. And then his shoulders appeared … and legs. He was crawling down the castle wall, head first, like a lizard from hell!
This is a joke. Please, god, tell me this is a joke.
