Folksy people often say, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” Here at Rasputin Catamite, that definitely looks to be the case. Probably in a more literal fashion than most people have in mind.
Speaking of overly literal, I don’t think that heart tastes anything like what Irina is describing at all. But what do I know? I’ve never eaten vampire hearts. Tune in next week to find out what’s in the bag, or if you’re impatient, get the rest of the story here.
Irina licks her blood-covered finger as she holds an impaled heart on a stake.
And his heart tasted sweet like berries.
Close-up on Irina's crying eye.
This was the only time Irina ever mourned a vampire's death.
Irina walks outside in a moonlit forest.