Lenore is the brain child of Roman Dirge...the luck bastard.

Ragamuffin had been minding his own business, almost a whole day of accident freeness, when Lenore approached him.

"Oh Ragamuffin." She had her hands behind her back.


"I have something for you."

Despite being the vampire scourge, Ragamuffin was always a little scared of Lenore and when she had something for you, it probably wasn't a good thing. He took a cautious step back. "What is it?"

"You have to hold out your hands."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeeees." Her voice said 'do what I say or die'.

Taking a deep, heavy sigh, Ragamuffin put both his little arms out. 'Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me'.

"Close your eyes."

"Lenore, what're you doing?"

"It's a surprise present and it's not very surprising when you have open eyes."

She couldn't kill him so what was the worse that could happen?


Wishing the world good-bye, Ragamuffin closed his eyes.

Before he knew it, something squishy and wet dropping into his hands. "What the?!" He opened his eyes to see a heart. "Lenore, what is this?

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Where did you get this? It's still beating!"

As if to answer him, someone weakly shouted. "Leeeenooooore!" Looking past her, Ragamuffin could see Mr. Gosh dragging himself on the grass leaving a blood trail.

"Lenore, this isn't?"

"Neat, huh?" Lenore stared at him waiting for a response.

"Yeah...neat." Ragamuffin looked back over to Mr. Gosh who seemed to have stopped moving, for now. "Why did you give me his heart?"

"Cause I couldn't get mine out."

It was disturbingly sweet of her