As the man sat at the bus stop reading his newspaper about a series of gruesome bus murders that had occurred in Vancouver, British Columbia, he remarked to the gentleman sitting next to him, "Maybe my grandmother was right after all."
"Right about what?" The man sitting next to him asked.
The man posing the question could have easily passed for a lawyer, a tax collector or the publisher of a Fleet Street newspaper.
"My grandmother always claimed the Devil walked the Earth on Lammas Eve, Lammas Day and Lammas Night," the man reading the newspaper replied.
At that moment, a London double decker bus pulled up.
The man who could have passed for a lawyer, a tax collector or a Fleet Street newspaper publisher got on first.
The man with the newspaper under his arm got on behind and stepped on the tail of the man in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, " the man with the newspaper said.
Wait a minute... he thought...
Stepped on the tail of the man in front of him?
The man with the newspaper under his arm looked down and noticed the lawyerish and tax collectorish looking man had a pitchfork at the end of his tail.
The man with the newspaper screamed.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday August 1st
2013
Lammas Day
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