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She knelt in the fine sand - careful of her dress - and touched the cold, scaly skin The creature was aflap with the last of life Its wriggling, departing spirit disturbed Kate, brushing past her as it fled Any movement noas mechanical

&039;It&039;s dead,&039; a boy said &039;You can tell by the eye&039;

The eye was a white marble

A spell of dread passed over Kate&039;simportant

This was not what she wanted She was at the seaside, on holiday She wanted Punch and Judy, Brighton rock, creaes in bottles, driftwood carved into exotic shapes She wanted to be a girl again, at Ly what it was her father wouldn&039;t tell her about the gaunt, beautiful wo out to sea All these years later, she knew exactly what that na Love and loss

Cars passed through the town in a souests of il principe and his fiancee, the fashionable and the fierce

The palazzo cast its shadow on the sea Kate looked up, shading her eyes fro sun That here the Devil lived these days

It was important that she look on her host&039;s face In all these years, in this century of the &039;Dracula Cha Cha Cha&039;, she&039;d never met him, never seen hi her a dangerous ene tide of otten her She&039;d felt his touch, though: in the silver sword-scrape sustained in an escape fro the Terror, and the iron treads of the Gerone, she was alone in the world with Dracula They should s were settled between them, they could both be free It would all be over

The uncertain future frightened her When the music stopped, when the cha cha cha was over, what then?

The blood wasn&039;t burning in her so , and penus But heralmost

&039;Take ave a nasty little bow and offered her his arm