If I were not a Vampire, I would consider myself as sleeping. At the other end of this call, I have a very pissed off lady asking me why I locked her in a catacomb. I am for certain that when I left her there, she was very much dead indeed.
So with the phone still held firmly to my ear, I run out of the house and very speedily bring my car to a roaring start. I need to get to her; I need to see that she is real.
And as I come to a screeching halt, there right in front of me, she stands in all her glory. There is no doubt that at the entrance of the catacomb, my Anastasia is standing and patiently waiting for me.
I rush toward her; there is no doubt, I am not dreaming. She looks at me rather frustrated, "Can you please get me out of here, its smells like a bunch of dead Vampires.
