<div align="center">As Marek slept in completed darkness, his thoughts had begun to run rampant through his mind. He never ceased dreaming of the blond-haired man. For the past millennium, he had been waiting, hoping even, for him to return to the coven he had once been a part of. Where was he right now? What was he doing? Was he searching for Marek as well? These were the thought continually circling his mind. Every dream focusing around these questions. It was amazing he was even able to sleep at all, considering how active his mind was right now, not to mention how thirsty he was.<br/><br/>All other thoughts ceased at once. Thirst. This was the only thing present now. Thirst. Marek's thoughts began to run red, everywhere he turned, blood ran slowly from the walls, seeped through the ground. Thirst. A burning sensation began to form in the back of his throat. It felt like someone was holding a match to his throat, gently caressing it with the flame. Soon the pain began to increase, from a gentle caress of flame, to the feeling of having a brand thrust against his throat. Thirst! Wait...what was that smell? His eyes shot open, and he began to sniff the air. Blood, he smelled blood. But no, not just any blood, this was fresh, in its prime, never touched by man even. He smiled wickedly to himself, running his tongue over his fangs, he felt the pain in the back of his throat building, now the brand was piercing the skin, burning through the muscle, almost touching bone. Along with the pain, he felt a gentle stirring in his lower half. Marek's smile grew wider, not only did thirst call to him, but other needs as well were rearing their heads. <br/><br/>He could feel the heat radiating through the lid of his coffin. Ah, she had come to him. He placed his hands on the underside of the lid, and could feel her seeping through it, setting his palms alight with pleasure. He slid one hand to where her neck was, and slid his other hand to where her bottom rested. No longer could he resist the pain and pleasure, mixing together, his senses ablaze. He was panting heavily, and trembling slightly. Marek pressed his hands back onto the lid and began to slide it off, his excitement, lust, and thirst barely contained.</div>