The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 61

“So she’s robbing the cradle with a great-great-great-great-great-grandmother?”

It was the first time that Clara really considered their ages. Evelyn was very much a creature of the now. Sure she sometimes mentioned living in France before La Révolution and her time in Nouvelle France, but it was more than a piece of trivia.

If anything, Clara was the one grounded in her own era. She had been uprooted from the nineteen-twenties and had yet to catch up.

“I was never a mother,” Clara said. “Although I can vouch for her considerable experience… I lost count of how many times I—”

“Ewww,” Julia said, “Too much information!”

A dramatic, high-contrast, cinematic photograph of a mysterious female vampire with raven-black hair cascading down her back, piercing emerald green eyes gleaming in the darkness, peeking out from the shadows of a dimly lit, smoke-filled alleyway during the tumultuous French Revolution, as a regal figure in lavish attire stands atop the guillotine's platform, seconds away from meeting their fate, the ominous wooden beam looming in the foreground, while faint, flickering torchlight and misty fog envelop the scene, evoking an atmosphere of foreboding and terror, with the vampire's pale, alabaster skin glowing softly in the faint light, her full, crimson lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile, as if she savors the chaos and bloodlust that permeates the air.

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