Not my end. And not Helene's one. We are immortal, don't forget that.

So we have left France to a caribbean island. An island where laws is very clement about anonymous bank accounts. 1700 years of life gave a certain gold and jewels fortune to me. My assets are in some countries, called "tax haven", like that island where Helene and me are living. When Van Glück massacre will be forgotten, we can come back to Europa. In about 10 years.

Today we are on the beach, Helene was insistent, telling I am too white, like an aspirin pill. I accepted despite I don't understand that modern way. I'm persuaded of polite society must not be like peasants, with a tanned skin and wrinkles on the face... What a pity ! O tempora, o mores...So we are basking in the sun, nearly alone on the sand. No. A man passes, running.

I ask Helene the reason why he is running.

- Agnes, sometimes you're fully old fashionned. He's running because he wants to be in tip-top form.

- He would run faster if I was hot on his heels. I would catch him easily. And stop acting like a rogue on heat. That swimsuit you're wearing !

- I'm ravenous. Let's play Sheet-Scissors-Rock to know who's going to get him.

- Scissors cut the paper sheet. I win. He's mine.

- You cheated, I'm sure. You read my thoughts.

- No. I'm just faster you are. You're always a bit slow, but you learn... And you're going to see ............

I pounce on Helene. She has not realized yet but I untie her swimsuit. While I keep her wrists I am playing with her nipples.

- No ! You're not allowed. You're using your claws !

- I've all rights over you. And I'm allowed to make love with you.

Later, Helene sits up. Her cheeks are shining, sweaty, blushing... Perhaps the sun ?

- Do you know I have claws too ? And that I know use them ?

All that it entails doesn't need comments. Except that the young man has disappeared. Doesn't matter. There are many young and beautifull people there, on the island. Looking good enough to eat.

And that the tide surprised us. We were really busy.