Victoria Cross 1: Blood Night

Epilogue

The wrought-iron gates were open. 

Christopher waited. 

'It's cold', Anne shivered. 

Up ahead, the two children saw the female vampire gliding amongst the ancient tombs. She seemed unconcerned about them; she seemed to drink a goblet of fresh blood---the drops fell on its pale lips, and mouth. 'Come here! I am Victoria Cross'. They shivered, as they watched her; they waited again. 

'You're a vampire', Anne said.

'Yes, girl. I am dead', Victoria Cross stated. 

'I want you to leave Mist Gate', Anne boldly said. 

'Mist Gate is my home', Victoria said. 

She watched them. 

'Others are turned', Christopher said.

'Yes, the evening is young, boy', Victoria Cross said.

'We can't kill you', Anne said.

'Death is death, girl. I am immortal; I won't die', Victoria Cross said. She watched again, then she looked into their eyes, and grinned, as she glided towards her own grave.

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To be continued...

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