Temperance glanced up sharply at the squeak from her taciturn niece, momentarily convinced that the spirit had taken her and Blythe was being moved to greater heights of rapture at the mere thought of the honour she was about to receive. Instead she was met with the sight of her young charge inadvertently leaving a print of blood on her chin, as though she were anointing herself like a deranged druid.

“If memory serves me well then our holy mother was not a vampire,” she said sardonically, pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve as if by...well...magic. “What’s wrong Blythe?” She asked in the kind of voice that did not allow for evasion.

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Wonderful set by Lady <3