Victoria Cross 1: Blood Night

Chapter Two-Victoria Cross-Blood Night-(3)

It was a bitter night. 

Barton Nathaniel looked at the girl. 

She seemed too ill to survive. 

It was as if death would claim her. 

'Barton', Mary said. 

'Yes, dear'. 

'She is near death'. 

'Yes, dear', Barton said. 

'Maggie is sick'. 

'I know', Barton kissed his wife. 

'But, why did she go to Mist Gate. There's vampires that roam there', Mary shivered. 

'I told her all of the time. She's fifteen; she knows right from wrong'. Barton looked out of the iron window. The lamps illuminated the old village. He noticed that the girl's eyes was cloudy; sickly. 

Then she rose from the bed. 

She reached for her mother first with her clawed hands. 

Fangs were seen in her small mouth. 

'Mother!', it smirked. 

Then she fed on her mother's neck, ripping the flesh. 

Then it fed on the vibrant blood that gushed down its vampiric face.

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