Chapter Eleven
Margot awoke.
She watched the vampires in the coffins drag their rotten skinned fingers off the top; she was sure, as it was true, that the horror of the night paved way to the iridescent glow of the moon; a glow that reached feverish intensity. She looked at the bed, which was covered in black, and knew that the morning would bring all kinds of dread for her.
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