Nyssa lay unmoving in her bed as she waited for the sun to set. Nyssa had spent the last 20 years of life alive only at night. Today Nyssa had worn a simple and sexy blue shirt and black slacks clinging to her muscled undead frame. Even in death sleep her lips formed a warm smile, kind as always. Slowly the sun went down and night fell. Sitting up Nyssa whispered “Good evening Daisy, thank you for watching over me. Thank you for making sure La Mort Finale did not happen to me”.