The sun set behind the chapel spire, and where the last ray of light had left it, smoke appeared, and above it, the silhouette of a knight. He still guards the treasure beneath his tomb. I still remember the cold feel of his steel on my neck. I should never have come here. From this moment on, I, too, serve the Lady.

Scratch! Scratch.

That same voice emanates from beneath the tombstone again. It's incredible how sensitive his sense of smell is. Every time he scratches at the tomb lid, an uninvited guest arrives.

"Don't worry, the Lady will deal with him soon," I whispered to my younger, half-rotten friend.

I wonder if this is another daredevil, seeking a bounty for our Lady's life, or a reckless treasure hunter. Never mind, another fool who will end up like those beneath the chapel, or worse, just like me with pumpkin instead head... A deathly silence fell upon the cemetery. Only the gnashing of the guards' bones could be heard. No wonder, they hadn't moved for years. They laboriously turned towards the chapel, only to collapse with a bolt in their skull. So, a hunter after all. In one hand, he held a crossbow with a loaded aspen bolt in it, and in the other, a vial of sacred water... Sigh. The fool. Who came up with the story that vampires are afraid of aspen stakes and water? They're probably having a good laugh now.

At least he hadn't brought a garlic necklace. The creak of a coffin being opened reached my ears. The lady has woken up. Too bad. A short scream was heard, and silence enveloped the cemetery once again.

"Time to get back to sweeping the cemetery; we don't want to upset the Lady even more."

As I swept, I saw fallen skeletons rise and once again assume the statue's form, but this time adorned with a bolt stuck in the eye socket. The Lady emerged from the chapel, holding a goblet of red liquid, sipping slowly and warming herself in the moonlight. It seemed her skin was like a snow-white diamond. Stunning... It was worth to become undead for such a sight.