An ink black raven flew in the sky
It flew down and look at me in the eye
Its claws scratched me and when up again to fly
I can do nothing but look at it and sigh

As I was walking in the Dark Night's forest, reminiscing about the conversation I had with James the vampire (remember him?) this Monday, I saw this raven flying amongst the trees.

It's ink-black.

Very dark.

Looks young.

A raven chick that just learnt how to fly, perhaps.

It flew down and scratched me.

Ouch.

That hurts......

A little.

No blood and no scars, no pain and no gain.

I just sighed.

James did not drank my blood, thank goodness.

And now he knows that I'm half of his kind, he offers me something important to him.

Could be consider as his pride and honour.

His blood.

I laughed hysterically.

A century old vampire, willing to offer his blood to a half like me?!

There must be something behind this offer, something dark.

I left the forest again, leaving him to thirst for my blood.

And this time, he wants it badly.

And I don't think his blood will taste good......