We are so young, our lives have just begun
but already, we are considering
to escape from this world
and we've waited for so long
for this moment to come
it was so anxious to be together
together in death

won't you die tonight for love
(baby, JOIN ME IN DEATH)

this world is a cruel place, and we're only to lose
before live tears us apart, let death bless me with you

...this live ain't worth living –HIM JOIN ME IN DEATH

Dracula: The Series

Companion

Chapter 1

Deep shadows of night filled the narrow streets of his domain. This evening was particularly dark for Alexander Lucard. It had nothing to do with money or power, not even blood fulfilled this hunger.

No this was a hunger he had thought long dead. But like his body, this need demanded feeding.

The softness of music drew him down a small street. It was busier, more filled with people, then his usual haunts. But tonight, he followed the sound. It turned out to be a song playing from a jukebox from within a tiny cafe.

"Won't you die tonight for love?"

Lucard paused at the lyrics; they struck a cord within him. He felt that hunger stir and it would not be suppressed. As he stood listening, the full impact of the song hit him. He was taken back at the sense of truth that the words woke in him.

Anger flared along side that lost hunger. This was just some stupid human song, it meant nothing to him. He moved to leave when something caught his eye; no, not something, someone.

Keeping to the shadows, he crept closer to the windows. From within the café, he spotted a young woman, listening to the song with dark eyes. Her head was bent low, the lines of her face accented by the guttering shadows of candlelight and night-shadow. In this dim light, her dark brown hair flared with red and gold touches. She was beautiful, like a painting or…

Lucard shook his head, forcing the thought loose. For a reason he couldn't name, he couldn't look away from her. It was as if the music had enchanted him, or perhaps it was her.

Her head lifted slowly, as if sensing him. He stepped back into the darkness, as her gaze focused on the window. She could not see him, but he could see her. Her eyes were a deep blue like an dark ocean; dark with pain, dark with loneliness.

Backing away from the café, Lucard changed to a bat and took to the night. In the back of his mind he could feel her gaze. It held the weight of a soul so old that it was nearly as old as him.

Silently, he vowed to see her again, if only for the last moments of her life.