The Ending was Only the Beginning
  He held my heart somewhere near his; we stayed close that night as we walked through the French maelstrom of where we met.  It swirled around us and nothing could touch us then.  We made it through the beautiful remains of the downtown to where the Mississippi met the wasteland.  The place where so many wraiths have shared horrific loves and passionate deaths, this is where I left my heart so many years ago.  Just walking here again, feeling the energy flow through me, like the blood that sustained me.  It felt like I was falling back into a murderous reverie.  We looked to the moon as I had on the balcony the last night I was with him.  I spoke to him of the murder, the death, and our rebirth; we spoke of our eternal love, our immortality in one another’s eyes.
We lost ourselves that night…somewhere amidst the clove smoke and victim’s blood and the steam of the Louisiana night I missed so much, Jackson square...  It felt like they claimed our lives, but for the first time we kept out hearts and ours souls.  Wandering forevermore, the melancholy eyes, and mouths of the nocturne filled with our macabre love.