Chapter Fifteen
Margot glided towards the coffins.
She was sure her parents would see them.
Sadly, as it was expected, the danger she was in drained her sanity. The horror of the vampires were regal; a horror that transfixed her. She noticed a vampire boy was feeding on the blood of a poor, village girl's right hand. Blood spilled downward; more blood was on his youthful face.
'Quiet, Alma', Roman said.
'But, she saw us', Alma shivered as she watched her.
'You're with them', Roman said.
'Yes'.
'Thought so', Roman smirked. His coat was red. His eyes were the same color. He glided towards her.
And smelled her.
'The baby is here'.
'She is from here, but the father, Lord Nathaniel, has been banished'.
'Banished, you say', Alma shook her head.
'I'm Margot Porter'.
'Roman. And this is my friend, Alma'.
'You bled her?', Margot asked him.
'Yes, and it was divine', Roman answered.
Margot backed away, and ran towards the coffins, and went to sleep before dawn arrived with the bright sunlight.
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