Chapter Two
Margot Porter, who was 216 years' old, walked in the long, black gown. She was walking in the thin chamber; she looked at the warm fireplace, the fiery embers of the burning flames, illuminated her pale, dead, face. The red colors of her eyes focused on the tall vampire, Seamus Paine. The vampire looked at her with a concerned look on his youthful face.
'The darkness is around you, my Lady'.
'It's true, is it not, my Lord'.
'Questions! Endless questions!'.
He drank blood from the goblet, and the colors returned.
'I don't intend to deal with the bloodline'.
'Your bloodline, my Lady, is full of innocence'.
'Innocence....'.
He got up from the regal chair.
'Death is death, my Lady. Your death was by me'.
'But, I am immortal'.415Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Q0YtPxmQZ
He touched her face with his cold, right hand.
'I am sure, my Lady, that you shall be my bride soon'.
'That is true, my Lord'.
'Drink up, my Lady. The skin is darkened by time'.
And she nodded, as the flames rushed into the blackened grilles of the fireplace.
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