A Vampire in Whitechapel by Scarlet Blackwell PDF
By Scarlet Blackwell
A bloodsucker discovers he's now not the single monster stalking the streets of Victorian London, while his nightly look for sustenance brings him face-to-face with the city's so much infamous butcher - Jack the Ripper.
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Marion glimpsed a flutter of white cloth out of the corner of her eye and realized what it was. “Oh, no, one of them is on the roof of the car,” she muttered, rolling th window on the driver's side down to plead with the inmate to get down. The noise on the roof was unimaginable, like someone dancing on it. Marion stuck her head out of the window. ” She did not see the powerful hand extending from the roof, but a moment later it had her by the hair and was attempting to pull her through the window.
Then he fell like a slaughtered bull, dragging Deirdre downward. Her head turned away, she laughed, believing that her drunken partner had merely stumbled. Enda's blade caught her with laughter on her face, the same laughter that had mocked him after she had run safely into the arms of her tribesmen the day he had approached her at the stream. The highly honed weapon plunged into her breast up to the hilt. In the clamor, no one heard the explosion of wind from her lungs, the gurgle of blood, the whimper, or saw the look of dreadful recognition as the light faded from her eyes – except for Enda.
He gazed at her, assessing her maturity and concluding she didn't have too much of it. ” “You don't have to make this any harder than it already is,” she said forthrightly. Loomis's smile was devoid of humor. ” “The only thing that bothers me is their gibberish. ” She finished the thought with a shiver and a look of disgust. “You don't have to worry about that,” said Loomis. ” Suddenly, in the middle distance, the car's headlights detected a ghostly shape about twenty-five yards away. Loomis leaned forward and peered, eyebrows knit in dismay.
A Vampire in Whitechapel by Scarlet Blackwell