Very little phased Clara normally, beheading her childhood crush and working as a nurse during the Great War did much to blunt the emotions she had. It worked for a hunter, but she could not help but wonder if her true self was locked away in a box before tossing the key into the deepest ocean. Even this shook me to the core…
Things that went bump in the night once played by certain rules. That guidebook had clearly been set aflame, and that made her blood boil. Fortunately, she had a way of channelling all her pent-up anger.
She tossed the ghouls into a pile and hacked off the inhuman elements. The constabulary could not suspect that these crimes were committed by something other than humans. As a precaution, she tossed all of that gore into a bag, which she planned to dispose of a long way off from here.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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