Watching, waiting...
The call pulses through his veins.

Watching, waiting...
He is alone, felling nothing but pain.

The call of the night...
The hunger to feed.

Watching, waiting, alone.
He waits for her to bring him into the light.

At the end, he is alone.
The same sad story, as it is every night.

Copyright Eric Stryker 2000, 2001