Within the velvety Tuscan sky, a harvest moon glows like liquid amber. Mysterious shadows seep noxiously through the unsuspecting forest preying on the vulnerable, whose blinded gaze mocks their senses. A man. A woman. Forever locked in a sensual embrace. A werewolf howls… A cloak swishes… And, Alabaster flesh waits to be torn. Timing is everything in the Danse Macabre. On this night the nectar of revenge is at its sweetest. Just ask Vipunin… “Who is Vipunin?” you ask. A tormented soul, longing to recapture the life stolen from him a century ago. His wait is finally over. His love, Ciassia, has returned and she will be by his side for eternity… Or so he thinks. Through the sands of time, love, passion, and obsession is everlasting…even for the undead.