Chapter Eight-Margaret in the town of demons and vampires; 1714

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The behavior of the town was stymied.

     Margaret headed through the vampiric arches. Mist Gate Castle loomed over the mountains. It was a fearsome place; it was demonic.

    She felt that she shouldn't intrude on the crypts. If she did, she would suffer. She saw a long hallway that led to a chamber. She glided onwards. And, as she did so, she saw no guards patrolling. She ventured further onward; she stopped by the sacred garden. Whispers burst through the gate: "She is damned; she is damned; she is damned; she is damned".

    It was from Lady Elizabeth Carnavan. She walked along the gothic garden. And Margaret wondered whether the regal Lady was mad.

    They called the mad people 'The Bad Ones'. "What are you doing, girl?", Lady Elizabeth asked. "I...I was afraid that you would kill me, M'Lady". Margaret answered. She peered around; she stopped peering.

    "Everyone's gone; everyone. Lo, and behold thy wickedness; lo, and behold thy evil. Lo, and behold, the sanctity of thy flesh...and blood", Lady Elizabeth prattled on. Her ragged breathing bespoke of a fracturing of her brain; her ragged coughing was also fuelled by death's door. "M'Lady, you're not well; you're dead. My name is Margaret Chambers, I have no home; I have nothing. Father and Mother don't feed me; they feed themselves. I can't survive there", she said. "Then come to me, child. I am dead. But there's dead...and there's...dead", Lady Elizabeth smiled. Then she opened her mouth...and bit into Margaret's neck thrice. And, ignoring the girl's protests, drained her blood, and soul. Flesh ripped as the sharp fangs of the vampire savored the offering of the human girl...who, by the time she died, wouldn't be human anymore.

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END OF PART TWO

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