PROLOGUE: LONDON, ENGLAND, 1822
THE tale begun thus:
Mist Gate, as it was known, stunned me. I took a liking to it immediately. It had a strange presence about the building.
I walked slowly up the cobbled steps, my black shoes tapping its ancient stones. My brown eyes were focused on the black gate, (the middle one); the left gate lead to the dark woods; the right gate led to the evil Forest.
A cold wind blew my short brown hair. It seemed to knock me down. But, being only twelve, I knew no better.
If any guard was guarding it, he was gone.
In fact every guard who was patrolling Mist Gate left.
It was said that blood thirsty Vampires dwelled there. Ripping victims' neck after their fateful, and painful, bite thrice.
Such foul deeds forced my parents, John and Elizabeth Darlinghurst, both thirty-two, and born and bred in London, were shying from the news of such evil beings. They thought it was a tale-one to tell their children on dark Saturday nights, to chill ones blood by the warm fireplace in the warm fireplace.
But, try as they must, they didn't know better.
I would soon learn that Vampires were real; very real, indeed.
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The Vampires of Mist Gate
HorrorIn London, England, 1822, twelve year old Simon heads to the haunted Mist Gate. A place where Vampires dwell. The first book in a new YA gothic historical horror saga by the author of "Camp of Legend"; "Woodsgirl"; "Darkness in the Cemetery"; and "...
