spring forth from the union of a rat and a royal?"
The crowd of Lords and Ladies seemed quite shocked at the sentiment. Perhaps they were confused as to whether they should agree with so high an earl and accept that the mayors and baronets in my family were too lowly born. Perhaps they were mayors and baronets themselves and were afraid of being outed? And perhaps they could still recognize a snob when they saw one?
" And yet," he continued,“ my heart isn ' t so hardened against the Bride that I forget the Bridegroom. Vile heir to that vile family that enslaved my noble lineage, allowing weeds to grow around the throne and bar my ascent. Villainous family, second only to that traitor James the First—“( Aunt quite had a fit at the condemnation of the monarchy!)“— who killed my brother there before my very eyes. I have come to claim my own! Already is Victoria ' s son under my dark shadow, as well as some of the vile prattling children spawned by the guests here assembled; so eager to drink, and kiss and sigh and pant. Too many have cropped up in my absence, but you Percy de Longueville, you I know, and you I shall destroy at the fore!"
This speech was going on a little too long for my tastes, and so I unsheathed the wooden stake from my bouquet and lunged at the vampire! Percy drew his sword. The vampire spread his dark shadow, and in an instant in all directions the shadows sprang like wolves onto our monster hunting friends, sitting upon their chests and holding them down under their vicious paws. The guests began to flee!
Ruthven Gowrie wrestled me quite over the