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I awoke in the darkness. For a moment, I was unsure of where I was, who I was. The blackness

was all encompassing, smothering. In a panic I lashed out my hand, collecting with a coffin

lid. That sort of all came rushing back and I settled, settled back down into my own grave.

Everything had awoken me from my long slumber, a noise, a certain, delicious aroma. And

there it was again. The sound of scraping feet and heavy breath. My nostrils flared and

I breathed in that delicious scent. The scent of spilled blood and fear.

For a moment I considered going back to my dreams, terrible as they were, but the blood

thirst was too much I sat up, pushing the stone lid off my sarcophagus aside, where it

crashed to the floor with a resounding thud. There was a man in my tomb. The moon light

dancing across his crumpled form where he stood leaning heavily against the stone walls.

I said, he gasped. Just like Miss Natasha said, all this time. He went st. Cling to his

bleeding side. He'd been here all along.

I'm as real as you are, I said, stepping out of my grave. My voice sounded, it's rusty,

after so many years of that speech. How is it you know of me? And who is this Natasha? Is

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