The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 241

“What the?” They said in unison but pushed on.

At the threshold, they saw Evelyn draining the man dry. He looked to be having the time of his life, even as his heart began to falter… I’ll never get used to that…

Evelyn looked up from her victim who left the world with a smile on his face. In a single feeding she regained her youthful appearance and was utterly refreshed… Ready to take on an army…

In the background the sky had a dark orange tinge. At first Clara thought it was the curtains, but it behaved like a fog would… I’ve never seen fog take on that colour…

a moody, film-noir-inspired photograph of a ravishing female vampire, with porcelain skin, raven-black hair, and piercing emerald eyes, feeding from the neck of a weathered, post-apocalyptic soldier, clad in tattered, olive-drab fatigues, in a dimly lit, abandoned hotel room, with peeling, beige wallpaper, and a single, flickering, ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows, while the soldier's rifle lies abandoned on the floor, amidst the remnants of a once-luxurious, now-shattered world, captured in a cinematic, high-contrast style, with a shallow depth of field, emphasizing the intimate, precarious moment, with rich, muted tones of crimson, gold, and crimson, evoking a sense of foreboding and decay.

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