CHAPTER ONE

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Lord Carnavan's coffin creaked open.

His long, vampiric hands scraped along the black coffin. The cold, bitter wind blew eastward; the wind blew towards the garden pathway, where the gargoyles' eyes seared the night.

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I awoke.

The dungeons' stench reeked of death.


"Sir", Lady Gemma Carnavan blocked my view of the cages. Olivia sulked.

"Let me out! I shall...".


"A servant girl, Sir! Margaret, and Elizabeth, they feed on her blood. Nasty habit, Sir! Her blood line's weak".


I ignored her, and noticed the black mirror.

There wasn't any shadow.

A night passed, then another one.

Lady Gemma Carnavan glided past the stone steps.

"Father!", she yelled.


I turned around.

Lord Carnavan bared his fangs, and fed on my neck.


I collapsed onto the dungeon stone steps, and the world as I knew of before, shattered. Darkness overcame me, and I slept for the rest of the night.

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