The Vampires of Mist Gate The Vampire Guardian (Book Three)

Chapter Four-The Blooding (Part 1); London; 1846

The fog shifted from the London Ports.

        Clementia walked towards the brown colored bridge.

          "May I have some fresh fish please Doc?", she asked.

          "Sure M'Lady. The best fish in London Town. £1 today. We have scallops, crabs, squid, shark, and whale meat. But they're rare. And they're only for Restaurants", answered Doc. He had short, greying/black colored hair, brown colored eyes, and tall. He wore a white colored apron around his brown colored breeches; he also was wearing a black colored belt.

           "I hope your black colored boots are not wet, Doc", Clementia said. She smiled at the old man, who was friends with her Father.

          "Aye, but the sea swells during the night. Around 5:00 pm. It's going to be an excellent year M'Lady", Doc said.

           "Wonderful. I'll buy two scallops, crabs, and squid. I have £10. M'Lady Margaret Dewhurst want the best quality seafood for her Society Dinner tonight. And a lot of people are coming to Dewhurst Manor", Clementia said.

           She paid for the seafood. And got change.

           "Until we meet again M'Lady", Doc said, as he attended other people who were looking around the markets, eager to the best deals.

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By 3:00 PM, Clementia walked with the basket of seafood in her right hand. She was smiling. It was a good afternoon in London Town.

            She had worn her new brown colored servants' dress. It made her feel better. It was her dream to live in the upper society classes.

             Her sisters, Mara and Danielle, who were both 19, were already married young. But she was biding her time, until a strong man of note swept her away in her soft arms, and they settled down in London, and had a lot of children to love, feed, and educated in the future.

The Village had had its scandals and romances. It was a lighter view of life in England that made everyone want to live there.

            A butcher's shop was OPEN. The burly middle aged man was chopping up steak with a large, butcher knife on a brown colored bench. He was using his right hand, as he begun his work. He smiled at the Village girl who blushed. She wasn't used to any attention by men; she was used used being ignored by uppity types.

            "No uppity men for me", Clementia said. She strode towards the Blacksmith's. The door was OPEN.

              "Good eve M'Lady", the Blacksmith said. He was sweating, as he did his work. His strong arms were straining; his face was red from hitting the black colored anvil with his right hand. Clementia opened the door.

                "Good eve, John. Are you ok?".

                "Aye M'Lady. Workin' 'ard", John said.

                "If you need a break, let me know", Clementia said.

                 "Aye, M'Lady. A woman of your station is most welcome 'ere", John said. She stared at his open chest.

                  "Of course. Please don't harm yourself", Clementia said.

                  "Will do, M'Lady", John said, as he watched her leave the shop...and smiled.