Now when the Count is gone, the peasants have dared to attack the castle.
They came in daylight, of course. Led by a middle-aged priest brandishing the huge crucifix, the mob filled the hall, bellowing something about killing their children and men.
Verona, our leader, stepped to the top of the stairs. Her long green dress, decorated by a stiff white collar, was diaphanous and captured the mob´s attention.
"You are speaking like killing of your men and children would be a bad thing?" Verona asked haughtily.
Mob bellowed more, something about "purity" and "uncleanliness".
"Purity? Uncleanliness?" Verona laughed. "We are purified from humanity; you are filthy, the creatures of a lower species."
These words - truth, yes, but insulting truth to them - made the mob attack. During daylight we couldn´t just disappear with moonbeams or flew away as bats; besides, they had that huge crucifix, instrument of torture, which made us recoil.
"Come!" Verona turned away and run, and we - Marishka and I - followed her, disappearing in the recesses of the castle.
I hid behind the red velvet curtains which covered the window alcove. I heard the men running to the room; they screamed something about burning the place and I thought the expensive perfumes of my vanity, sighing silently.
When one of the men approached the alcove to burn the velvet, I swept it around the peasant. He screamed; his comrades attacked and I pushed him toward them like a living weapon. They I jumped out of the window, my pink dress flying around me like the petals of a wild rose.
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AN: The vampire rules come from Dracula (1897).