Lush color, the rose patterns, the wooden walls. It was charming, clean room, and Lucy loved the place; she loved to lay on the peach-pink bed, spreading her turquoise night gown against the sheets, feeling blood and life filling her. She kept her glass doors open to the night and watched the autumn leaves raining to the floor.
When she had wandered in the graveyard and killed two grave robbers, locals had spoken about the vampires; no one did anything. When the children had started to die, they had called Van Helsing back. I
t was better to wait... wait that someone would come from the open glass doors, thinking that she was helpless.
Like those young boys with odd, ugly clothes and strange way to speak.
Naughty naughty naughty, filthy young droogs.
