The Fire Of The Count chapter 2

The matchlock gun they fired pierced the night with a howl. The they in this case was pale with fear when when they trembled as they darted between the steam powered vehicles in the foggy cobblestone London streets. They bit the last bullet with their teeth as they met their demise from I, who gave chase on horse. The darkness of the pitch-black, starless night howled fiercely, almost menacingly. The darkness lapped up them with little to no hesitancy. The cobblestone streets trailed on endlessly.