Written in Blood Chapter Two is now up.
From Chapter Two.
Tall and shapely, she held a steady gaze in my direction, gazing upon me contemplatively. She wore a long black dress, which clung to her every curve. Not a spot of color about her attire, save a blood-red rose pinned on her left breast, above her heart.
"This is my humble home," she said. "Freely enter here, for your presence shall brighten this place. And when you depart from us - oh, my dear, you must leave something of your happiness behind to remind us of you. Welcome, I am Countess Drago, make yourself at home in my ancestral abode."
I took her hand, we shook, the Countess dropped my hand, put her arms around me, and drew me to her, holding me against her for the briefest of moments.
When the woman's cheek grazed mine, I realized her touch was as cold as the night's frostiness I had left moments before; despite this, a thrilling sensation from her flesh rushed to my own.
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