Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJLF4rEyus
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyyFQ4BUvFY
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡykuE6NEwwj
She grabbed it with her left hand.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXhdiUaVuMC
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt6B2omH4DP
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.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vrQH6Vqui
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLqo9M1LefM
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1h9c5gZELz
'Yes, Sir'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOB3J7J4JyF
'The grocer's daughter'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLodfvxZygN
'Yes, Sir'.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1eo3oM2fJ8
'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.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoSDIRJLjBI
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