Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡahS4L3asmD
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQcAdjllQM3
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡghPenGk2LT
She grabbed it with her left hand.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmKDOcC33M
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbm5HlUujTi
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.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTF05pq4bs1
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGVHDtbRpZw
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRNoN9gr4v
'Yes, Sir'.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9C9DxqZ8m
'The grocer's daughter'.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWrygJPYWnS
'Yes, Sir'.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSwHpIc7y5
'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.423Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0mFpueQ0TY
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