The Vampires of Mist Gate The Vampire Guardian (Book One)

It was now 1846.

     The Castle of Mist Gate chilled my blood.

       Noone dwelled there anymore.

        Save for the witches.

         They went about their work without fear. Their eerie whisperings of death befouled the Cemetery of Samhain.

             Now, by Midnight, I walked up the large, cobbled steps.

             And, as I did so, the cold feeling of dread, caused me to shiver.

I turned my back.

              And, to my fright, I saw a group of Vampires staring at me with their sharp, bloody fangs. They glided towards me in their black colored lace gowns, as their red colored, vampiric eyes focused on me...

             ...Their black colored boots fell onto the cobbled steps, as the severed heads on the wrought-iron gates of Mist Gate Castle continued to bleed from their fresh blood...to honor Lady Gemma Carnavan, their "Dark Mother", as they lifted up into the air with their unearthly powers...and threatened to tear my neck apart, with their fangs.