The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.

Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity.

Respect earned through fear instead of deeds, was not truly respect.