Snippet #1868667

Emmaline nodded in agreement, her eyes flickering towards him in amusement despite their dismal subject. "Yes, with this new string of murders and that bloody Jack the Ripper, there is plenty to keep the police busy these evenings. I suppose that is why I find myself so lucky to have such a gentleman like yourself escorting me home. Do you have any other plans for the evening?" she asked as they emerged from the trees, the scent of the water and gentle waves lapping the port filling their minds.

Emmaline smiled, excited to be seeing the spectacular beauty of the water. It had such a soothing effect upon her, even if she had never been sailing. "You must be well acquainted with the port, with all of your traveling that is," she surmised, taking his hand and leading him to an empty doc. "I hear the nights are beautiful when in the middle of the ocean and far from any land. It must be sobering to realize how inferior one truly is compared to the world."

Emmaline looked to him wondering what types of memories his travels sparked to his mind. Sighing softly, she leaned against the railing and gazed into the tide, looking as far out as her eyes could see. "The last time I remember it being said that vampires were the cause of some devastation or tragedy was in this very harbor." She paused slightly, trying to recall the ancient tale. "Have you heard the story? It happened many years ago, but it is still told to children as a night scare. It was said that a boat on its maiden voyage sailed into the harbor. From France, I believe, although everyone has a different version to tell. When the harbor master went aboard to see the crew, everyone was dead. Senselessly slaughtered as if the worst of cattle. Not a trace was left of the culprit." Emmaline shivered slightly, pulling her shall tightly over herself. "I still cringe when I think of that. Such a sad tale it is."