midnight
She could obtain but a single view of the face and figure of him who opposed her progress , but , slight as that view was , it more than sufficed . The very extremity of fear came across her , and she sat like one paralysed ; the only evidence of existence she gave consisting in the words , -- `` The vampyre -- the vampyre ! '' `` Yes , '' said Varney , `` the vampyre . You know me , Flora Bannerworth -- Varney , the vampyre ; your midnight guest at that feast of blood . I am the vampyre . Look upon me well ; shrink not from my gaze . You will do well not to shun me , but to speak to me in such a shape that I may learn to love you . ''