Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPu1uIkcyNm
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQJLZMs9lqJ
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3gmlfecLK
She grabbed it with her left hand.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4tuXX36pw
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYEK0zBK50t
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.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡufp3fZH0NR
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijc8ZLwj7n
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgeFqEz3CeX
'Yes, Sir'.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WUt4JTHtf
'The grocer's daughter'.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4hmneXpaxO
'Yes, Sir'.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsBHXs98WKE
'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.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdbT3Js9YFU
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