Every time, it's the same. All that remains of her...

...Is her side of the conversation.

Rose Distill'd

Time to give My Dark Lady her Anima. I have spent the night crafting the charm into the centerpoint of her steering wheel.

I have found a perfect donor.

She is young and naive, she is rich, she is bored, her mother is dead, her father neglects her. She is looking for love in all the wrong places.

And she is a virgin.

"But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."

She will be mine.

All it's going to take is one belated Valentine. 

She tells me, the Fog is foregathering in her tiny township of Kingsmouth. Perfect cover.

Will travel.

Red

My First Love was red. Like Klara's dress. Like her lipstick and her hard polished nails. 1936 Horch 853 Cabriolet convertible. In 1936. My Immortal Beloved.

Regrets

I should have gotten Sang D'Argent. *sigh* No reason I can't have both, right? One for business, one for pleasure. Hard to decide which one is which. Two souls, alas, are trapped within my breast... Careful, Faust, she is a succubus.

My Lovely New Car

Yes, yes, I confess. I am a car addict. How indiscrete! I, Spader, the image next to the word "discretion" in every rule book, yes, I, can't resist the risk of a flashy car on a most-stolen list.

Well.

It could be worse.

It could be red.

If you must know, Her Majesty's name is Bugatti Veyron Sang Noir.

My Dark Lady.

No, I did not get her for "Noir" in her name. I got her for the looks.