[ WP ] You can see the first image a person sees when he/she is born , one day you bump into a young woman and you see Julius Caesar , looking down on her with disgust .

... Amused, I turned back to the woman ( who had a delightfully round and symmetrical posterior, I must note ) and called out to her the words `` Salve, Domina!'' -- just to see her reaction. I was not disappointed. She froze and looked at me, puzzled and silent. 
 
 `` Que? Cat got your tongue? It's been a while since I've met another Roman.'' 
 I last met a vampire close to my seniority during the Hundred Years War, as I spat in the face of my Maker, squealing in pain beneath my boot as the sunlight burned her slender face. As one could imagine, my desire to get to know this exquisite avatar of womanhood better was tremendous; I've had more than my fill banging away the vampiric equivalent of jailbait for years now, and I'd love to get together and talk to someone on my level. 
 
 `` Wh-what?'' 
 
 `` It's alright, dearie. We are equals! It's been centuries!'' 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' She is puzzled. 
 
 `` I've been craving for some company, and you, my dear, appear to be of the resplendent, sanguine sort. Care to join me for dinner?'' The woman smiled softly, longing in her eyes. Interesting, looking good. 
 
 `` Who's your favourite? I tend to go wild for Vegan with a side of Welshman. Zesty, and a pleasant aftertaste.'' The woman frowned. 
 
 `` No? Please, by all means, make a sugge-'' 
 
 `` Fuckin' hell,'' she spat, `` I'm not a fucking vampire.'' 
 
 How *rude. * Quite the mouth on this one, then... I supposed I could grow to enjoy it, if you catch my drift. 
 
 `` Yes,'' I said, rolling my eyes, `` and I used to be the Queen of Lombardy.'' 
 
 `` Dammit,'' she exclaimed, `` this happens every *damned* decade. Look, I'm not a vampire. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you should really keep your mind-probes to your self. In my day we would make you eat your own pseudopods for something like that.'' 
 
 ``'In your day?''Pseudopods?''' This is quite an elaborate form of play. Curioser and curioser, indeed. 
 
 `` Nevermind. Look here, I'm not a vampire. You can see my reflection.'' She pointed to the store's window behind her. Her reflection stood with her voluptuous backside to me there, bathed in the sickly glow of the streetlamps. 
 
 Wait, what? 
 
 `` But... Caesar...'' 
 
 `` There are other beings at work on this world that you have yet to understand, primate.'' What in the hell was this woman blabbering about? Primate?! 
 
 `` What *are* you, then, my most *curious* temptress?'' 
 
 `` Accusare nemo se debet nisi coram Deo... stulte,'' she said, smirking. I think I quite like this magnificent mischievous morsel. But, with that old proverb and a sly wink, she left. I could have sworn I saw a strange black tendrils sprout from her shadow as she faded away into a bar, and my eyes are n't the type to be deceitful. All good, but what's a bloodsucker got to do for some companionship?! 
 
 As I walked away in fury, I stuffed my hands in my pockets -- where I discovered a crumpled piece of paper that was not there before. It was a napkin, of the sort one would find at the many dive bars here in Chicago. 
 In a beautiful, curly script, the napkin displayed the words `` I'm free on Tuesday, and `` baby-back ribs'' are my favorite.'' Following this were strange runes that I struggled to recognize, but written in the same dainty handwriting. They looked similar to Sumerian, close to Babylonian, yet alien in a way I had difficulty placing. I could just make out a few words... I tried to read them. 
 
 `` F...'Ftaghn?''' 
 

