"Who was she? Who were they? Her mother? The other girls? Their mothers?" asked Charles."They were Travellers who had decided to live in this town," b...urted Pete."What do you mean Travellers? Like they travel around? You mean they were gypsies?" asked Charles."Something like that. Actually they claimed to be gypsies too and that they had knowledge of the dark arts and all that shit. When they came into this town, people ignored them. Apparently that house that they were living in, belonged to a. He said he could do it and told me he would charge whatever the national rates were. Are you willing to still do that?" I can, Sir, but I have to finish this job first." I didn't mean that it had to be done today or tomorrow. It'll probably take a few days to do everything. I'll use my wagon and trucks to bring the beans to the elevator to save some money. When do you think you can begin?" How about I bring the combine over Sunday evening and begin Monday morning? Make sure you have your wagon. Horses were out galloping in fenced areas and being herded into a large red barn by ranch hands. Groups of people that mostly looked like guests were walking into the big house, which would have looked like a mansion if it weren’t made out of wood. There was an extensive porch that swept across three sides of the building, and many lingered outside sipping drinks and talking. After parking the car and grabbing the luggage, we were led to the cabin which the five of us were going to be packed. He sucked all of the blood off of each finger and then put my hand on his heart. I felt a very powerful beating that took over my senses, a beating that had influenced my heart and slowed it down significantly. I rolled over onto my side and showed him my other injured palm and he cleaned it and healed it as well. We held each other again and he began sucking my neck lovingly. I felt his teeth this time and gasped as he took the first draft of my blood. He stroked my hair and held me as he.