London, England, 1822
Simon Moor walked towards the haunted Mist Gate Cemetery.
He glanced at the large wrought-iron gate.
Despite the weather, Simon looked at the blackened sky.
Despite everything that caused him to shudder, he wasn't sure what was going on.
***
Simon headed towards the rotting graves.
They were peaceful,
Despite what was going on, he saw a dull mist.
The old man, Harold Frank, was drunk.
'Beware of the vampires, lad'.
Simon waited.
***
The mist was long,
It covered the left of the dark cemetery.
And englufed Simon, like a spiders' web.
It was a long time before he could see the vampires.
Their red eyes focused on the boy.
The skin was sallow.
The hands rotting away.
And the gloom of London served as a reminder that death wasn't too far away.