Bedchamber of the Master.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

A vampire's life cold and dark.
A vampire's life a lonely existence.
My life is a hollow grave dead ground.

The moon kisses while the sun stings and burns.

A vampire's life is dark and dense never dying but never seeing.
We are feared but then what do we fear?

We have everything but it turns out we have nothing.
They want to be us, but in a vampire's life they want death.

The Fledgling

I've been rather busy of late so i have been neglecting my duties here, anyway a new image of Underwood for you. This time he's in his vampiric infancy, somewhere back in the 18th Century.