Chapter Seven
June 7, 1861
The vampire hunter, Olsen, smoked a pipe.
He gazed at the house near New York.
For awhile the shadows loomed over the city. He hadn't imagined what was going on, as he saw people were fighting each other; the smell of death wafted across his nose, as he backed away from the bodies. The idea of hunting the vampires were God's work; God wanted them dead.
Olsen wasn't religious; he was an atheist.
He walked away.
And headed to the carriage.
'Thomas, let's go. It's dark now. Take me to the Bodwell Inn for dinner'.
'Yes, Sir', Thomas Grey, the carriage man, said.
And drove him to the Inn.
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