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The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. Bodies were piled high in the streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that came within hours, not days. He will be here in a moment or so, and you will then learn his determination. He warned her that it drove most men mad and that the process for choosing another to become a vampire was lengthy and protracted with good reason. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. “Your arrival is really most opportune. Let—it—fall. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. I might have told you the truth. Goodbye. You would suffer the torments of the damned for what you had done. He called a waiter. I will tell you what you shall give me, if you like.
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