Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡESsRAQekwH
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzn6cEzFaiG
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2Lu3yg5Oa
She grabbed it with her left hand.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEd8oTVPbd
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnf0pxOcKvQ
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.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JdFgep89f
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOpAvaJYXT
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiYy3Pqb0HC
'Yes, Sir'.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4OZUpXtqst
'The grocer's daughter'.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXgBaALhEs
'Yes, Sir'.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoOWK8kFzOP
'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.407Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHKDEl8HJVz
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