survivingblind
There in the distance there was the sound of human foot steps. Nay, there were not the shuffling of those creatures. Vile and foul smelling creatures who feasted upon the brain matters of humans. When the humans were feasted upon while their breath was upon their form, their forms would rise as those creatures within moments or through the evening. She was aware of it by her own observations of humans who were stuck with a fever, perished, and awakened themselves to forever seek out their brains.
In the same manner she sought out virginal blood, The Countess was aware it was best to be rid of those creatures and any humans intruding upon the land she acquired here in the London countryside for her own fort. "If you are but a creature for the brain, you will be struck down and if you are human, turn away now for there is no sanctuary here."
