Wake. Tell it to be eternal.
Wind. Roll up the ancient gauze curtain.
Dust drifts away.
Light. Can't illuminate his face.
The ends of the hair are disheveled.
There was a moment. The bloodthirsty fangs are almost ferocious. Nobility smooths it out.
The fragile body is shaking.
At that time. Memories of the past are almost taking shape. Pain suspends it.
The voices growled.
Vampire.