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Lady Margarite DeMartinique, who was 300 years' old, had long, black hair, red colored eyes, and a long, black colored gown.
Her pale colored face gushed with blood, as her sharp fangs ripped into a Servant girl's neck thrice; her long, slender legs gliding towards her victim in lesbian lust that was as horrible as the Carnavan Vampire daughters of Mist Gate, (save for Lady Gemma Carnavan who was straight).
The girl was so scared, that she pleaded for her own safety.
"Please M'Lady...I am a Servant...", she said.
"Don't whine...I hate servants who whine...They're not worthy of me!", Lady Margarite DeMartinique said, as her pale, skeletal hands raked across the servant's face, drawing fresh blood. The Lady kissed her, then tasted her blood.
"Lovely", the Lady added.
The Servant girl wore a tattered black dress, slim legs, and barefoot. She was only 13. She screamed yet again, as the Lady fed on her blood...As she died several minutes' later...In the end, she body slumped to the hard ground next to the Lady's feet...
...And never got up again.
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The London Ripper (Book Thirteen)
HorrorIn September, 1888, prostitute Catherine Eddowes struggles to survive on the dark, cobbled roads of Whitechapel and The East End, while French Vampire Lady Margarite DeMartinique, (pictured on the book cover), arrives in London Town, to use her own...
