It was a moonlit night a young maiden was walking down the streets drapped in a cloak.She sat on a bench humming a melancholic tune. It was a chill February night, the clock struck twelve indicating the beginning of the festival of Lupercalia . Two birds were pecking symbolising the meeting of Pan and Juno the pagan Gods of affection.

The maiden was plucking the petals of Rose to kill time. Somehow time was flying away soon it was 3 o'clock it was the devil's hour. A young man was walking in a black mantle with a lantern in his hand. He seemed to be a blood sucker with red lips, yellow eyes, scary canine teeth and pale skin.