After Samantha left the room, Vera licked some of the blood from a syringe--thebone she kept for herself. "Delicious!" She muttered. "This blood supply will allow me be old and young as I wish. Who knows, my beauty, youh and charm may even be enough to seduce the princes."
Vera then took some old clothes and proceeded to go give the syringes filled with blood to who needed them. "Ugh!" She slurred. I hate having to have this old woman disguise. Why can't I just be like a normal person?"
The palace gates loomed ahead, iron and stone, towering high enough to block out the moon. Vera walked slowly, her back bent, her cane tapping against the cobblestones.
Each step was deliberate. Each breath was measured. After all, she was an old woman. Frail, harmless and innocent. She had to look the part so no one would look twice at her.
