Chapter Five: Madame Moriarty and the b***h Moran“Why are the natural-borns giving their blood to those sods?” I asked Raffles when we were safely entrenched back in our little house on Chicksand Street. “I mean, I understand that the natural borns don't particularly like us, but to give their blood to those idiots, to betray other vampires like that, it beggars belief.”
“It all stinks to High Heaven,” said Raffles. “A whole conspiracy's formed behind our backs with the sole intention of wiping us out. The Vatican, the natural borns, the British. They all want us dead.”
“Well bugger them!” I said. “We're vampires, we'll fight them and we'll win!”
“The Vatican? The natural borns? The British Empire? Have you any idea the power that those three wield? Come on, Irene darling, you know bett
