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. 318Please respect copyright.PENANAQklinQlDdo
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.318Please respect copyright.PENANA4NstfT5wup
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 318Please respect copyright.PENANASTomICzu3N
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.318Please respect copyright.PENANAtobHKmoAho
Vampires.318Please respect copyright.PENANAgePegFmIWy
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.318Please respect copyright.PENANAlT0FWk2z7y
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.318Please respect copyright.PENANAE4xoupZlxj
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