Black Blood Brothers: I bid you adieu ~1~

Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is a second season of Black Blood Brothers. And a pony.
Kisses,
Ten

P.S. If the above is deemed improbable, I would take a shirtless Adrian Pasdar instead.

Woe is me. I caught a glimpse of pure potential but only to be snatched away too soon. Black Blood Brothers was twelve episodes away from greatness. The series reeks of promise, from the sound and art direction to its narrative structure. Alas, it was not to be realized.

Ah. I finally finished the series. Allow me to take it all in before I speak my praises and utter my grievances. A five-episode marathon is nothing to sneeze at. Hm. Do I smell a two or perhaps three-parter BBB post? Or will I be halted by the procrastination gods?