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In 4018. While eating dinner in his home, the human artist Vernon Berry witnessed a certain Nobel attacking a beautiful woman in her bedroom in London, 1878. Though it took Berry three months he managed to complete a portrait of the attacker. And thus the painting that for six thousand years stood as the crowning masterpiece of all the images of the Sacred Ancestor came into being.

3 October. - ... His face was turned from us, but the instant we saw it we all recognized the count - in every way, even to the scar on his forehead. With his left hand he held both Mrs Harker's hands, keeping them away with her arms at full tension; his right hand gripped her by the back ofher neck, forcing her face down on his bosom. Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled down the man's bare breast, which was shone by his torn-open dress. The attitude of the two had a terrible resemblance to a child forcing a kitten's nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink.

It is the year 12,090 A.D. The world has ended, ravaged in a firestorm of man's wars and madness. But from the wreckage a few humans managed to survive. A few humans... and something else.

"Is it his?"

That was all he had to say for Tae to understand. Out of the darkness, eyes that were fiery red points of light drew closer.

"I couldn't help it, you know," Tae said. The girl thought she sounded like an old lady. "What could I do? either of them could've killed me with just one finger. I had no choice but to do as they told me."

"When did you realize?"

"Back when I was still in the castle. Do you know what month it'll be born? Ordinarily, it's supposed to take ten months and ten days for a baby."

"Yes, ordinarily. In the case of this child, it'll be about six months after you notice the first indication."

As if to distance herself from something unseen, Tae took a step backwards. "What do you mean, 'in the case of this child'?"

"If it's his child, your baby will be no ordinary Dhampir."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Let's go back."

"No. Tell me. What'll my baby be like? It couldn't be," Tae mumbled. "It couldn't be..." The second time she said it, she tried to invest the words with nothing but horror. But something had welled up inside her. Although she wasn't aware of it, Tae was hopelessly in its power, under the sway of a sad yet mysterious delight. "Just like you..." she continued.

Something cold touched her cheek. Before Tae realized it was D's left hand, her consciousness had become one one with the darkness.