Now, where does our heroine, Cyndi, come in? She has this obsession with shiny objects like a salvaging magpie. Nothing shiny escapes her notice, not even in her sleep. Actually, especially in her sleep. Why is that? Because she is a terrific sleep-walker. Normal by day, a seriously talented thief by night. She has probably stolen countless jewels and shiny valuables. She didn’t really care much about it after she has acquired it though. Cyndi just hoards it at some secret place not even she knows. When she wakes up, the memory of the night before would be all fuzzy wuzzy like a dream. It couldn’t be real to Cyndi. She didn’t have the thing she stole. To her, it was just dreams triggered by her liking of shiny objects.

It is not like she can’t buy what she wants. She’s like filthy rich after a distant relative she didn’t even know left her all their money and property. All the family she knew was her sister after her parents died in a freak accident. Her sister, unlike her, trusted herself in God so devotedly that she checked herself into a convent to repent all her sins. Cyndi couldn’t remember the last time her angelic sister committed a sin. The worse she has ever said was that she didn’t really like eating her peas at dinner time and that hardly counts as a sin. Hell… she ate all her damned peas, so there you have it, Cyndi living by herself with her little dog, “Mouse.” Oh and an estate full of housekeepers, cooks, chauffeurs, the works. So, she didn’t feel too lonely. Her mansion was remodeled so many times you couldn’t even count on all your fingers and toes plus all your relation’s fingers and toes. Different themed rooms with matching furnishing, whoa! Cyndi had her Ancient Egypt quarters, her Japanese wings, her Victorian era chambers, her tropical island rooms. It goes on and on. Everyday was like traveling to a different part of the world. Cyndi would wake up in bed from her night-time ventures and forget she was staying in her Medieval tower or her Greek temple where she was self-proclaimed Goddess Cyndi. The stewardess would be waiting outside her door before she woke up, waiting for Cyndi’s command of the day. Cyndi would declare with was Ancient Rome Day, or Viking Day.

All the servants liked playing dress up. Before being hired, they were trained in their duties as well as different cultures. It was exciting every day. They loved their mistress even though she tends to wonder off in the middle of the night. No one questioned her. For all they knew or cared, she could be the night-time vigilante. No one said a word about it. They don’t even gossip amongst themselves like most servants do in their free time. Today would be the “live like a Persian princess” day. She had her personal contractor and interior designers fix up a set of Persian inspired rooms for her just last week. It was in the northwestern wing four stories up. A cozy and warm home fit for a princess with the most lavish Persian rugs and tapestries anyone could get their hands on. There would be belly dancing and scimitar show of skills tonight and everyone was looking forward to it especially the girls and guys who will be performing tonight. They had spent the whole week perfecting their skills with the best instructors.

All this talk about Cyndi and her awesome lifestyle. Where the heck does Hero come into the picture? As you might have guessed. If Cyndi is not the vampire then Hero must be the god forsaken blood er. He is. He is. Where does he spend his eternities? Guess where…. of course he would have to choose a place that’s like Cyndi’s treasure room (the unofficial one). Better yet, the exact one. He hasn’t left that spot in like… half a century… wait, that makes him the owner before Cyndi (or should we say the sleep walking pro thief Cyndi). Vampire Hero wakes up tonight but there is a little problem… He sleeps in the cellar. There is a trap door leading down into the cellar. That room with the trapdoor is Cyndi’s unofficial treasure room. The trapdoor is obviously weighed down by all of her shiny objects she has piled up all these years. How the heck was he suppose to get out now? Even with his irresistible arms and super strength.

Just wait and see their first meeting. It’ll be filled with slapping, hair pulling, bells jingling, and of course…. let us not forget about the shiny objects.

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Sykotica Notes: Layout inspired by this album inside flap. CONTENTID3, which lies in the balloon tag can be a full on title but initals or chapter numbers, or anything that fits within the balloon tag is way cooler.