Rachel's Story - London Part One

Darkness had just been welcomed in the city of London. The last peaking rays of sunlight had faded below the horizon of the earth. It was Autumn and the evening air had been chillier than it had ever been in the month of October. It did not matter how frigid the temperature was, there would always be carousers who were ready to satisfy their tongues with the taste of liquor in the presence of ear-splitting music and dancing bodies.

The air would never be chilly to these kinds of people instead these folks would choose to convince their shivering selves that the air was briskly and that the breeze that tickled their reddening cheeks meant no harm. Little did they know the wind that they let kiss their skin was the cause of their weakening immune systems that would, later on, invite a cold sickness.

Rachel Bloodworth, a sixteen-year-old Vampire heiress- shared a similar thirsting appetite to the humans around her. Rising like the rate of inflation her appetence for the drug Keltofane ne