Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVtkAefB14
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4HVd7NcPII
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV8rwjUTTkI
She grabbed it with her left hand.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5mwPT78OA
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3LY1miMYb4
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.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLRGbWie8oW
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa7a5S9TqCh
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2jV42PcMq
'Yes, Sir'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqVrCNpOvHc
'The grocer's daughter'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQldUZP7wOh
'Yes, Sir'.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFzT1Vc7Cv
'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.473Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBZ0fMllGfN
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