Levi had never really wanted to return to the shores of
Britain, having been humiliated when they were exiled for bringing about too
much publicity as a result of the number of unexplained deaths in the area. Lavinia,
his wife, hated the place which Levi couldn’t understand, she hadn’t been the
one banished. He didn’t know whether it
was the stories, which were now folklore or the fact that his picture still
remained on many walls in the drinking houses.
He had tried to persuade her that in today’s world people would not know
it was him. How could their imagination
match a picture against someone who would be three hundred plus years old, this
coupled with the fact that the human race were ignorant to the existence of
Vampires. But he also had uneasy
reservations about his own return.
It had been just over a month since their return and Levi
could still picture the dereliction of the property. How Lavinia had complained about the terrible
state of the house and did he really expect her and her sister Malinda to stay
in the rat infested place. Not that she
minded the odd rat but comfort was important, after all how could they invite
back potential food to such a dump.
Levi knew that to find the Vial
he would have to do a lot of restoration work, both the east and west wings of
the house was under collapse with ceilings falling through from the 1st and 2nd
floors. The roof leaked terribly and he
was unsure whether the floors would hold his weight. Not that a fall would kill him but it could
potentially injure his well-preserved body.
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