Golden sunlight streamed through the windows directly onto the glass coffin where a girl lay sleeping. Her smooth black hair cascaded over her narrow shoulders, reaching down to her breasts. It shimmered like silk, as if it had just been brushed. Long dark eyelashes framed her closed eyes. She wore a pure white dress made of delicate lace. As she lay there, she appeared completely peaceful, as if she could do no harm to any soul. There was a reverent silence that was broken by Rumpelstein. "Kill her, Wilhelm," he demanded with cold firmness. "Drive a stake through her heart. Only then can we be sure that she is truly dead.".