Cricket ascended the porch stairs with a smile, head thrown back as she oogled the familiar facade of Isis Manor. Even the name, for all her Bastet lovin', Hecate feelin' past time, sent a shiver up her spine. One of delight!

Tripping on through the doorway she sung out a name, one not forgotten, almost though, as the tides of time played their games with a psyche like hers. She had missed Miss Pink Petticoats.


The vampire threw herself over the arm of a chair and sung out that name again. Erin. A soft smile freezing on her bloodless lips.