Vampire's Breath

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With an excited smile, the old vampire raised the bottle and reached out to open it. "Nooooo!" i howl.

I jumped at him. Surprised him. I pushed my shoulder to his chest. He felt light and hairy, as if he had no bones at all. He let out a shocking choking sound. The Vampire Breath Bottle flew from him

hand. I reached out and grabbed him in the air. Holding it tightly with both hands, I retreated towards the shelf,

Count Nightwing recovered quickly. He narrowed his eyes at me, and once again, I felt his strange power restraining me, holding me in place. "Freddy, you're gonna hand the bottle to me now,"

I'm not moving. I can't.

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deep breaths Need all of me

And hit the warehouse

The bottles rolled and broke

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the power to move my arms.

Count Nightwing rubbed his Bettle

skinny fingertips touched it.

But I held the bottle up high over his shoulder. "The day she cried and

With an angry moan, Count Nightwing said, "Give me that!" he croaked. He jumped into the Car ward

He pulled his arm back and raised the bottle towards me. The low jump that passed the old vampire's knee. I caught it on my shoelace

Count Nightwing turned towards me. His strange eyes narrowed in anger. "I want that boat!" she screamed

But I got there first. I took the bottle and

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He's sliding towards Cars

He pulled the bottle at me, high throw

the old vampire's head

I raised my hand to catch him,

But to my surprise, Count Nightwing flowed upwards and caught a bottle in both of them

As he sailed back to the floor, he was happy for the smile to rise on his face. "I won" he said softly, his eyes glittering. "I'm winning. It helps to be able to fly He lifts the bottle in front of him. No-no" I asked

Even his smile grew wider. He reached out his hand-and pulled the top of the bottle. The three of us froze. And stared open but

in the hands of Count Nightwing. "No," muttered Cara. "Please." A few seconds passed. A few seconds "Nothing happened." Count Nightwing whispered. Smile fades. He lifted the bottle to his face and tilted it to look inside.

Under the purple robe, her slender shoulders slammed. He sighed, ******* long and dry. "empty," he said. "This bottle is empty."

Cara and I exchanged looks. I suddenly knew what had happened. In my wild scramble to retrieve the bottle, I've picked up the wrong one on the shelf.

Sure oes. I turned to the shelf - and saw a full bottle right in front of me.

I have it!" my yelling. I took it carefully off the shelf. "I have it!"

The old vampire growled furiously. He jumped at me. "How-to-catch!" I'm yelling. I held the bottle up to him

But Count Nightwing swung his arm. His hand slapped the bottle in the air. "Oh-!" I gasped as the bottle slid in

wall.

It bounces. Fall to the floor. Fidgeting. And a dark, acidic mist flowed into the room.

"We lost," I murmured. "We're fucked."