Chapter 85
Two-hundred and twenty years ago Elizabeth White walked down the empty darkness of the alley, her black high-heeled shoes making soft clicks on the pavement. The expensive black skirt and white silk blouse she wore seemed to contradict her age. Only older people could afford such clothes, but she looked like she was in her mid-20s. She normally wore this outfit when she was going to bars to hunt. Lately, though, the people she had gotten at the bars hadn't been her best choices. True, she'd fed well from them, but in the end, she couldn't help feeling used for all the effort they had given her. She felt her stomach clench, empty, hungry, the sudden pain of it causing her to double over. She staggered against the wall of the alley, her long, thick, wavy brown hair tumbling over her droopin
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