Snippet #1843097

"I must agree. The vampires have nothing against us, and according to my talk with Aislinn earlier, Velcar will not allow anything to happen to her unless she is willing." He started when he felt a chill go down his back. The church was eerie at this time of night, while in the sunlight it had beautiful stained glass windows, a dark black finish and chimes that twinkled in the wind. But at night the mist and fog clung around it, the windows looked as if to watch everyone's movements closely, and the graveyard to the right seemed to come to life with more fog. The trees crackled, followed with the chimes to give another hint of fright about the place. All this had caught the writer's attention, and soon he was jotting it all down in a small book of his so that it could go into a book later on.

Then the door opened, and a tall lanky figure stood there staring at the approaching group. "Oh look brother, the birdie brought some fresh friends for us to entertain." Deacon's playful voice sliced through the chilly air like a knife, causing tension to swell up in the hearts of the living. He was using his voice to bring fright to their new guests when Draygon stepped into the door way.

"I thought you had prepared us for guests..." Draygon scolded, his eyes not holding the same humor that his brother held. Instead he moved to one side of the double doors. "Welcome. Take a seat at the front row in the church, our Master will be right with you." He said, putting his hands behind his back like a good butler would do. Deacon, being a little more clumsy moved to the side as well and mimicked his twin brother.