Reginald Baxter The Vigilante Vampire - Plot & Excerpts
He watched as his breath wafted up and disappeared in the night. Though the night was cloudy, the moon was currently visible in the sky. He sighed as distant memories came back. 'It truly is a curse to live so long and be so powerless in this world.' He looked around to see the Pines Park in its nighttime glory. It was full of coniferous trees, many of which stood several stories high. The park was usually empty except for the few who liked to get out of their houses and see nature. Reginald loved it because it was green all year round and usually quiet. Though modern buildings were just a short distance away, he felt far away from society when he visited. He would sit on the scattered park benches and think for hours on nights he was off. It was empty that night except for a sleepy groundskeeper and a couple homeless men on the other side. He had seen them often, and usually greeted them and offered food when he had money to spare. After several minutes Reginald glanced at his watch. "Ten-thirty!
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