The empty office building Bouwe was squatting in was cold and dark.
But it did have the best view of the city. And it was free.

The TV sheds a pale blue light on the glass vials, scales and burners.
Next to it, stand two wineglasses filled with a red liquid.
Bouwe glances over at is from across the room. A chill runs down his spine.
He turns his attention back to the TV.

"Scientist are calling it a collective nightmare event. More on this at 9. Now to sports, Jerry?"
The woman smiles her perfectly manufactured smile and the camera pans over to a guy in a football jersy and a frown.
"Well Marta I have bad news Martha. Due to recent events the police will only refer to as :airquotevampire problems:airquote the 2014 hockey season has been officially cancelled. The management of the Kilo Point Raccons could not be reached for commentary."

With a sigh Bouwe turned off the television. [i]No point in delaying it. It's done.[/i]
He got up and walked over to the two wine glasses. A heavy feeling sank in his gut.
Ceremoniously he took the left glass and put it to his lips. He tasted a sour but sweet and full taste, the alcoholic aftertaste shook hims a little, as did the memories from a long, long time ago. He smiled. The he took up the other glass. It was bitter, the taste of iron was nauseating. There was no sweetness, no spark, no rush that took you over the highest mountain and made you feel whole again. Bouwe wiped the blood of his grin and laughed.

[b]"It worked!"[/b]

He downed the wine with tears in his eyes.