Chapter Eight
The woman strode towards the park.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡprGqk65DTQ
She looked at the darkness of the lamps.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nN6wOd5BV
In her haste, she had dropped her handbag. 385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWsaV5Dr4Cs
She grabbed it with her left hand.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEoRFnow54
And, as she did so, she was surrounded by four vampires. 385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomffpF4f0N
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.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtkU9uW6l7
'Oh, thank you, Sir'.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMzqrJWKzzH
'I'm John Coll. You're Elizabeth Baxter'.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8xXNWq5O0
'Yes, Sir'.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡngHdRP69T3
'The grocer's daughter'.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7xJ3iH0qe0
'Yes, Sir'.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaRp3lu8oHS
'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.385Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJieD5Z17TW
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