The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 228

Evelyn giggled before appearing right before her. Clara only saw a blur, but she felt the cool peck against her cheek, which put a smile on her face.

“Merci,” Evelyn said. “Clara has barely been coherent since the incident. It’s just… been… me…”

“I can’t imagine what you went through,” Clara said. “A question remains…”

“How do you get back to your love?”

“I’m more curious to see how I can get her to skip laundry day…”

Evelyn’s jaw dropped and she froze in place. The vampire’s heart kept beating strong and true, and did not waver even as a pillow whizzed by Clara’s head.

“Putain!” Evelyn swore.

a cinematic, high-contrast photo of a woman with raven-black hair cascading down her back and piercing emerald green eyes, her porcelain skin flawless under the subtle glow of elegant makeup, wearing a lavish, flowing high-fashion gown in a rich jewel-toned color, perhaps emerald or sapphire, the delicate fabric draping beautifully across her slender figure as she confidently walks towards a dimly lit, rundown laundry room, the worn, outdated machines a stark contrast to her refined beauty, the warm glow of a solitary overhead light casting dramatic shadows on the walls, and a sense of intrigue as she clutches a basket overflowing with a tangled mix of bright whites, deep reds, and soft pastels, the laundry itself a vibrant splash of color in an otherwise dull environment.

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