Stirring of the Secret Spring

It was her hair that I first saw, but something else that I first smelled. Something sanguine, secret, and intimate. This is the story of that magical first night.

To learn more about how I came to be this way, watch "Awaiting the Midnight Bell"

On that night when her secret spring stirred,
The Midnight Bell echoed through the dark.

It was her 21st birthday, when I met her.

And when she left, it was her first…
her rebirth.

In the stillness of night, something awakens.
A scent on the air.
A gaze that lingers.
A bond neither sought nor spoken.

The Midnight Bell
echoes through the dark.

One leads, the other follows.
But who truly gives in?