2. […] “Awful visions. I hate death, you know. Your
story… the story told by you in the restaurant
shouldn’t end so unhappily. There should be a
way for the two, and other ending. It’s
unbearable…” Ivor panted, being unable to
manage with his emotions.
“All right,” said Armastus simply, “Forget of the
story. Listen to me and begin forgetting--
3. I shake remembrance off, along with the dust and
dirt.
Farewell, my old cloak! My wings I leave in the
wardrobe.
The endless road to the hill with the willow,
from threshold to threshold, from bed to grave.
Over the road, through the mead, I hastened to
meet you.
For the sadness, for the parting, may damnation
take that night.
4. I called--no answer. I hurried--too late.
And the grave won my bunch of flowers,
therefore…
I shake remembrance off, along with the dust and
dirt.
Farewell, my old cloak! My wings I leave in the
wardrobe.” Armastus snapped and said,
5. “Forget of the story, all the more that it’s not over,
in fact, and that’s not the ending like
Armageddon is not the end but the
beginning of the next cycle...
Nice restaurant, isn’t it?” […]
6.
7. Set in a fictional European town, nowadays, the
story is about a vampire who falls in love with
a teenager. Both of them are good-looking and
hot, and their love story is sudden, beautiful
and everlasting.
"We are vampires, children and lords of the
darkness." (from La Arme Blanche, by Lara
Biyuts)