He is the dreadful being who visited Flora at the still hour of midnight, and drained the life-blood from her veins.

He is a vampyre.
There are such things.

I cannot doubt now.

Oh, God, I wish now that your lightnings would blast me, as here I stand, for over into annihilation, for I am going mad to be compelled to feel that such horrors can really have existence." "Henry--Henry." "Nay, talk not to me.

What can I do?
Shall I kill him?
Is it not a sacred duty to destroy such a thing?
Oh, horror--horror.