Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.412Please respect copyright.PENANAXZtO56cxcP
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.412Please respect copyright.PENANAZsrzY2ikrK
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 412Please respect copyright.PENANAVkNDYjLEFs
She grabbed it with her left hand.412Please respect copyright.PENANAt1JDbx26lZ
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 412Please respect copyright.PENANABmEk1mY2SC
Before she screamed, she saw a man holding Holy Water in a vial. They backed away as he drenched their faces; they yelled until he waited for them to flee towards the eerie cemetery.412Please respect copyright.PENANABxllSViXv1
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.412Please respect copyright.PENANA1xhdE8jdiT
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.412Please respect copyright.PENANAO3psBdWXQD
'Yes, Sir'.412Please respect copyright.PENANAiOsRLvxxeM
'The grocer's daughter'.412Please respect copyright.PENANA9kF9HBGKnU
'Yes, Sir'.412Please respect copyright.PENANAHYxmP3A6Ss
'Let's go to your house. The city of New York is dangerous for a young girl like you to be walking alone at night time. Your parents would be worried'. John walked to her house, as the lamp illuminated the foggy mists that swept across the old, wrought-iron gates, that was drenched in fresh blood.412Please respect copyright.PENANAxMJkdgqHb1
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