Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Shadows: A Treaty With Vampires: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

But it seemed like there was no escape from the doom that awaited all of them.Ophelia detangled herself from her father, and stared into his sunken eyes. He stared back at her, and she saw the grief and pain that they both shared.“What do we do now?” David asked his daughter helplessly, his voice shaky, like he was on the verge of crying.“Now, we move. We do what we did when they too

The bell above the door jingled as Ophelia stepped into the coffee shop. Her eyes scanned the small, boxy interior which smelled of coffee beans and vanilla scented candles. The environment would’ve been pleasant if there was enough ventilation and fresh air, but the two windows in the area were both tightly shut, which made the coffee shop hot and stuffy.The space was empty, except for an aged lady who was bent over a large mug of black coffee, staring at a fashion magazine. She looked up to Ophelia as she walked in, and gave her a toothless smile, before pushing her glasses up her nose and concentrating back on her drink and magazine.

“Oh God... Should I go back and get it? No, I don’t have enough time.” she debated with herself. The blinking clock on the dashboard read three minutes to half past ten, and that made the decision for Ophelia.She revved the engine and sped off.It was a long drive, made even longer by Ophelia’s worry and nervousness. She ignored most of the speed-limit warnings and prayed the officers on duty and patrol wouldn’t stop her. Thankfully, none of them noticed the black Jeep going eighty miles per hour on the Westwend-Stratford

They finished their meal without any further questioning from David.“How is she?” Seth asked the question that had been on his mind since he entered the mansion.“Better. She has a cold, and mental exhaustion –says the doctor that diagnosed her this morning.”Seth nodded. He was dying to see Ophelia. “Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.” He complimented.

She jogged out of the double gates, sparing a brief hello at the scrawny old gateman, and crossing the wide, deserted street. The Bonavich mansion was located a bit deeper into the foliage and she had to jog on the trail made by frequent tire marks for almost three minutes before finally coming to the opening that showcased the large mansion. The building was nearly identical to their house, save for the towers it lacked, and the more modern structure and painting.Only a white Mercedes Benz and the latest model Audi were parked in the driveway.