Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.471Please respect copyright.PENANA6hjH58suTJ
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.471Please respect copyright.PENANAzT2eEmax0Y
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 471Please respect copyright.PENANAJ7KvVoh8q4
She grabbed it with her left hand.471Please respect copyright.PENANAZVsGuZQ5vO
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 471Please respect copyright.PENANA3b6PG5TO1v
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.471Please respect copyright.PENANAD6jxuCWYJt
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.471Please respect copyright.PENANAyx3ZjyCwwu
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.471Please respect copyright.PENANAG4M5qd9YZk
'Yes, Sir'.471Please respect copyright.PENANALuHMbUf933
'The grocer's daughter'.471Please respect copyright.PENANAiO36fMbYxs
'Yes, Sir'.471Please respect copyright.PENANA61SaMgMWI6
'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.471Please respect copyright.PENANA9XqUi4ZLYR
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