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Dracula The Un-Dead, a dramatic reading directed by Alexander Galant. Actors bring ‘The Un-Dead’ to life!

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The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as the sense of danger intensified. Raven
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Immortal Blood Elaine C. Markowicz

wasn’t about to let the person intimidate her into rushing out of the pub, but neither was she fool enough to linger. She casually finished her beer, crushed out the cigarette and stood, slipping on her coat and scarf. Slinging the heavy bags over her shoulder she weaved around a few tables and out the door.
Shoving hands in pockets and head braced against the biting cold, Raven quickly strode down the dimly lit, cobbled alley. She sensed someone lurking behind and sped up her steps: the heels of her boots clicking loudly in the eerie silence. There were only a few more feet to the main street with its streetlights and traffic.
Without warning she was grabbed from behind and dragged back into the darkness of the alley. Raven couldn’t scream the assailant’s arm had her in a choke hold. She reached behind her,
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Immortal Blood Elaine C. Markowicz

attempting to scratch her attacker’s face. She felt his skin under her nails. She dug her heel into his foot, but it did little to deter him. His teeth plunged into her neck, paralyzing her. She was being dragged to the ground, sucking and draining the life from her.
Raven’s head touched the cold, cobbled bricks. She couldn’t help think of the irony and justice of her death.
The attacker suddenly dropped her. She heard scuffing and footfalls running through the alley. Voices drew near muffled in the wind and then she surrendered to the oblivion that overtook her.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as the sense of danger intensified. Raven
12
Immortal Blood Elaine C. Markowicz

wasn’t about to let the person intimidate her into rushing out of the pub, but neither was she fool enough to linger. She casually finished her beer, crushed out the cigarette and stood, slipping on her coat and scarf. Slinging the heavy bags over her shoulder she weaved around a few tables and out the door.
Shoving hands in pockets and head braced against the biting cold, Raven quickly strode down the dimly lit, cobbled alley. She sensed someone lurking behind and sped up her steps: the heels of her boots clicking loudly in the eerie silence. There were only a few more feet to the main street with its streetlights and traffic.
Without warning she was grabbed from behind and dragged back into the darkness of the alley. Raven couldn’t scream the assailant’s arm had her in a choke hold. She reached behind her,
13
Immortal Blood Elaine C. Markowicz

attempting to scratch her attacker’s face. She felt his skin under her nails. She dug her heel into his foot, but it did little to deter him. His teeth plunged into her neck, paralyzing her. She was being dragged to the ground, sucking and draining the life from her.
Raven’s head touched the cold, cobbled bricks. She couldn’t help think of the irony and justice of her death.
The attacker suddenly dropped her. She heard scuffing and footfalls running through the alley. Voices drew near muffled in the wind and then she surrendered to the oblivion that overtook her.