Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡztugk9gBaX
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGym8VPX6uY
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvxjb8Ki0QA
She grabbed it with her left hand.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOgtUZZXUIP
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WlxlMayuT
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.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK8o7ypEM8V
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEolJkcwfqh
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOWft7z0IS
'Yes, Sir'.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVYwzCNvQV7
'The grocer's daughter'.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHj41D7roI
'Yes, Sir'.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaHiAI5yfW
'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.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFBjpfpggzs
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