Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOOzMelKgz4
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6NRWvEvZWY
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSE097GXN9
She grabbed it with her left hand.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZw8xNhg4y
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhcDcHcd5BO
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.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdCC7qbzg5m
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKROlVDK3pY
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdxn6Fwxzg9
'Yes, Sir'.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKdP2fhUnW
'The grocer's daughter'.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCrUlYnuEt
'Yes, Sir'.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjJwLF6RI7
'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.387Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmnGjZqCuFb
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