Chapter Two-The hellish Village-London; 1714

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The boy smashed his right knee on the cobbled road.

     "Ow!", Harry Castle, 13, said.

      He saw blood spill.

      And then he fainted.

Fear overran his brain.

      Nothing bespelled a boy more than a vision of a girl smiling at him. "May I take your pain away?", she asked.

      "It's a cut", Harry answered.

      "Oh, it's blood. Mmmmm, I love blood", the girl said. She bared her sharp fangs and feeded on the boy's neck thrice, and made sure his pain went away.

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