"Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore." Jonathan quoted as he looked up at Edward, noting the unease and relishing it in. "I do not love men: I love what devours them."

There, clearly he read but he didn't really read outside of his interests. It was all dark, murky and horror filled. He was, after all, a nightmare. There was little else he could do. What was he to do? Daydream of summer days and merry times? That couldn't be. He was cursed with fear, it always had the most control. That was the way things were.

"It's Halloween, sunshine. Think of me, won't you? It'll be a good one. After all, it's Halloween: Everyone is entitled to one good scare."