News from Ashford Manor...
It's quiet here. Refreshing country air to clear the mind of years past.

With each passing day he grows, we grow, this creation of genius whom bares the flesh of man to hide his growing fangs.

Hope is not yet abandoned and through his body will rise a shining star; rebirth clinging to his coat tails.

We have waited long enough dear sister... and now the time is almost at hand.
You have created such beauty,
and he is just like his mother.
Perfect and full of destiny.