Suddenly a woman Vampire glided towards me.
She wore a black coloured evening gown, (the opposite of the normal Ladies of London-like Mother). The Elizabethan ruff, and ruffled linen collar, as well as a bustle, which prevented her from ruining her walk as she went past me. And a petticoat completed the image. So many things to wear. Her pale skin and blood red color evoked a image of evil. Her breasts were small, yet firm. She glided towards me.
"I'm Lady Catherine of Mist Gate", she informed me.
"Simon Darlinghurst", said I.
"And you dear boy, have trespassed on our lands".
"My apologies M'Lady, I was admiring the Gate. Is that not a crime to admire beautiful things upon my travels?".
"You're too young to appreciate beauty". I saw her open her mouth-open her sharp fangs, and screamed.
"I won't say anything M'Lady".
"Indeed not, boy. Besides, if you did tell, you'd be dead".
"If I'm dead, M'Lady...".
"To be a Servant of mine. But you're not one of us; you're not turned" Lady Catherine glanced at the black coffins.
"Well, I don't want to die", I told her.
"Death is the beginning, Simon. You just need to ask", Lady Catherine said.
"M'Lady, may I speak to you in my chambers?", Lord Carnavan waited impatiently. She glided towards her husband.
I looked at my pale self, and resigned to my fate.
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The Vampires of Mist Gate
TerrorIn 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 "...
