Chapter One
The girl stood near the wrought-iron gates.
She shivered from the cold; she stood still as a statue. The three boys were wary of the vampires; the girl, the only sister in the family, strode forward to the rotting grave; she was eager to discuss the banished Vampire Prince. For an hour, the bitter, northerly winds that blew from the coast of the island off New York created her to shudder with horror.
'Celeste, it's time', Anderson said.
'Time'.
'Yes'.
'But, others will come for the funeral'.
'No, they won't. The villagers are scared of the Undead'.
'And'.
'And, the stories of attacks are driving Mother and Father to the poor house'. Celeste, a ten year old girl, wore a grey gown, and was wearing cheap boots on her feet. The other boys, Tod, seven, and Frank, six, were crying. 366Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMu8jVN9CYt
Anderson, who was nine, shook his head.
'Father gave up on us, so did Mother'.
Celeste sighed, and the ceremony had begun.
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