Chapter Twenty-Seven
Shadows roamed about the grey city of New York. Chimneys blew smoke from the factories; smoke caused everyone who worked there to back away. The darkness filled with darkness, separating them from the houses. Margaret Roamer lifted the stone, and flicked it onto the dirty road. 493Please respect copyright.PENANAWIcHcbdMkS
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.493Please respect copyright.PENANARxEET5ARwi
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 493Please respect copyright.PENANA1Iu0HUuejM
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.493Please respect copyright.PENANAiz8TLxMoXA
Vampires.493Please respect copyright.PENANALCv6PYWita
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.493Please respect copyright.PENANAJOCPQRJHZx
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.493Please respect copyright.PENANA6DeTH0itrk
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