Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoybQWs9cmo
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRofRi65t1F
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9WwZXxUSp3
She grabbed it with her left hand.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfwrs2WS5sS
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPBGbQn81U5
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.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Y03oPeyqX
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGpQl76A2T
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmVDv7xlwI3
'Yes, Sir'.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP8ETiFsiEo
'The grocer's daughter'.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjMVcJC8Gi
'Yes, Sir'.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmJvd1gJp4H
'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.414Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡODshqk8erT
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