The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 141

“Sounds like the side-effects of medication… So avoid at all cost,” Clara said.

There was no response, and Clara shifted her focus to the scene. This church must have been grand in her day, as even an artillery barrage could not strip away every intricate mouldings or sculpture.

It occurred to Clara that she never reached the gate last time. A former mention and friend of hers, Edith, laid out a trap which Clara fell for. Through their attempt at interrogation, Clara learned the church was destroyed by a powerful vampire named Drusilla.

“We both died at The Grand a month later” Clara said.

The good old days,” Ethereal teased.

“You see a lot more action with me,” Clara countered.

A moody, cinematic photograph of a shallow grave in a secluded, overgrown area, with a makeshift cross crafted from twisted sticks and vines at its head, topped with a worn, wide-brimmed flapper hat, its ribbon tied in a loose knot, casting a long, ominous shadow on the disturbed earth, surrounded by scattered leaves and withered wildflowers, with a misty, early morning fog lingering in the background, capturing the sense of isolation and foreboding, in a desaturated color palette with muted greens, grays, and earth tones, with a shallow depth of field, drawing the viewer's attention to the haunting, makeshift grave marker.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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