Billy came 18

Chapter 18 - W-I-P

31/12/2020

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Billy Came, Chapter 17

Seventeen – Falling, falling, falling

The cobbled village square, bedecked in waves of breeze-brushed black rose petals, stretched ahead.  A modest flight of steps, akin to those one might see cascading from a grandiose patio onto an English country house's well-manicured garden, squarely truncated the rippling obsidian sea.

Atop this fleet flight of steps stood Perveen, looking more radiant than I'd seen her in either this life or the last.  Top to toe, she was drowned in flowing silk and lace, looking every inch a bride.  Behind her, an even more petite vampire, whose alabaster skin perfectly contrasted Perveen's, took up the train.