Opening her eyes, rubbing her aching head where she bounced it off the floor when she fell, she looks about the room, eyes darting in a harvest moon's light. A knock comes from the door at the base of the stairwell where Raphael stood just the previous night. Convulsing with fear, she lifts her body slowly off the floor. Trembling, she walks to the door, hunched, creeping, cat-like in appearance. She opens the door, peeking through. Her love, her fiancé smiles back for only a moment, then his handsome facial features drop into a sullen grimace as he stares into her pallid face with fear.

"Oh, honey what happened?" he swings the door open against her will, pushing the door against her holding force, slamming it into the doorstop when she relents her hold. He runs towards her but she retreats up the stairs into the bedroom. He follows uncaring what she wants. Grabbing onto her shoulders, his bony fingers dig deeply into her skin so that she struggles in pain, writhing out of his harsh control. He fires a multitude of questions at her, "What happened, why haven't you called, why weren't you at work today?" And his snaking tongue never stopped for an answer.

His back is to the window, she can see out into the blessed night. A thin slit separates the window from the sill. A smooth, gray, foggy mist slides underneath the window frame, slipping along the sill, falling at the drop from sill to floor. She stares with an unconscious, unaware look draping her face. Her fiancé shakes her body rocking her back and forth so hard that her teeth gnash together. The mist stands up as if erecting itself on hind legs. Suddenly, as a solid form, it rushes upon the man who so harshly treats the woman without a care in the world. The man's throat is ripped open streaking blood across the room. He falls to the floor shrieking in a high-pitched womanous tone. A man with red eyes feeds on his succulent life-supporting blood. Jessabelle watches, expressionless, unfazed by the rancid smell of fresh spilt blood. Raphael finishes his feast, wipes away the blood from his lips. Then walks to her and holds her in his arms, brushing her hair with his slender caressing fingers.