Meredeth Salander waited for the blood to spill from the vampiric goblet.
Her red colored eyes flickered with burning intensity.
'Sister, you're agitated', Christopher Salander, her brother, declared.
'I'm not agitated, brother', Meredeth said.
'The Blackened Kingdom is fractured', Christopher Salander bared his sharp, bloody, fangs. The last night's feeding that increased his color, which was pale until Alan James, a human from New York, died from anemia. Of course, Alan was walking towards the cold Ports alone. He thought the horror was over. Meredeth sat on the black colored rug. Her red boots kept her warm. Vampire lamps illuminated the cavernous walls of the Salander Mansion. In the wall were old books that were from obscure writers from centuries past; old texts which weren't read yet, due to their age.
'Brother, must we wait for mother, and father', Meredeth asked.
'I'm afraid so, dear sister', Christopher smirked.
'Don't belittle me, brother'.
'I'm not belittling you, Meredeth'.
The wrought-iron door opened.
And the darkness arrived like an omen of death.
~~~
The bell chimed.
Meredeth glided towards Orson's Chambers.
She walked down the cold windows.
The black carriage was at the 1820's-era Mansion.
'Christopher, Baxter, our driver, is here', Meredeth said.
'About time, sister'.
They walked towards the carriage.
Baxter smiled.
'The Seafearer's Inn, Baxter'.
'Of course, my Lady'.
'A "Lady", well maybe', Christopher laughed.
'And you're not a "Lord", brother'.
'In time, sister', Christopher said.
They got inside the passenger-side seat of the old carriage...and closed the door.
Baxter grabbed the reigns of the horse...and drove to the Seafearer's Inn.
~~~
Page 1.
YOU ARE READING
Reign of The Blackened Kingdom Book Six
HorrorNew York, 1870 In the city that never sleeps, the horror of the past was linked to the vampires purging. But, as the dust settles, rumors of more of the Un-Dead in New York, cause more problems. For those who live there, the horror returns to create...
