Vampire's Breath

7.

And then I heard the whuss.

I almost dropped the bottle as a green mist gushed from above. "Yes!" I was crying happily. The bottle is not

it's blank! The sickening smell made me gasp, then hold my breath. But I don't care about the smell.

I saw the thickened mist, thickened until I could not see the coffin in the middle of the room.

Can't see Cara. Can't see an old vampire.

Dark fog billowed and swirled. I want to cheer and jump around. Because I knew Count Nightwing would disappear into the fog. And we'll be safe. We'll never see him again. "You're all right?" I'm contacted. My voice

it sounded hollow, muffled by the swirling mist. "You!" he choked. "Hold your breath" I said to him. "Last time, though,

it fades in a few seconds." How disgusting!" his gerrick.

How to stand close beside me. But I can't see it in the waves of fog. So humid and cold. I suddenly felt as if I was standing under water. Standing under the sea

as wave after wave rolled me up. I held my breath for as long as possible. As my chest began to feel hot, I took it out in a long roar

I closed my eyes and prayed. Praying for the fog

fading, in order for the mist to descend to the floor and disappear, as before. Please, please-think. Do not let the way and

I was drowning in this disgusting fog. A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.

Darkness all around.

I blinked a few times. A pale yellow light square shone in the distance.

The moonlight came in through the window.

A window? There are no windows in this room! 1

say to myself.

I turned around and saw Cara. He gulped with difficulty, his eyes widened, glancing nervously around the room. "He-he's gone," he murmured. "Freddy the vampire is gone."

I squinted my eyes into the dim light. "But where are we?" i'm whispering. I pointed to an open window in the distance, at the other end of the room. "No previous window."

How to bite his lower lip. "We're not in the same room" he said softly. "This room is so big and-" He stopped.

"Death pig!" I cried.

As my eyes adjust to the light, a low shape, s is formed from shadows. And I realized that I was staring at two long, straight rows of coffins, "Where are we?" Shouted Cara, unable to hide it

fear in his voice. "It must be some kind of grave

a page or something!"

"But we're in the room" I said. "We're not in the cemetery. We're in the room. Very long room" I stared at the high ceiling. Two glass charcoal deliers hung, their crystals glistening dimly

under the pale moonlight. The dark walls were covered with large paintings. Even in the dim light, I could see that it was a portrait, a portrait of a stern-faced man and woman in an ancient black formal attire. I turned back to the row of coffins-and

quietly start counting. "There certainly is

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biting lips. "Count Nightwing He took us with him" I said. "He should have gone back to his own castle. He said he would leave and would never see us again. But he took us with him, Cara. I'm sure he did."

How to look straight ahead at the row of coffins. "But he can't do that!" she cried. "He can't!"

I started to answer. But a voice made me stop.

Screaming sound.

I felt a chill sweep across my back when I heard another creak, this time closer. How to grab my arm. He heard it too.

"Freddy-look!" he whispered.

I squinted my eyes into the dim light. "Dead-tape!"

i'm whispering. They all creak open.

The coffin lid slowly lifted. I could see pale hands pushing them from inside. Creak, the lid opens, then it stops.

Cara and I huddled together, unable to move. Unable to take our eyes off the frightening sight. I heard moans and low moans as the vampires sat down. Skinny hands gripped the side of the coffin. I heard a cough. Dry throat

cleaned up. The vampires rise slowly. Their faces were yellow in the moonlight. Their eyes glittered faintly, pale silver.

"Ohhhhhhh." Moans echoed from the high walls.

Bones creaking and cracking. They look very old. Older than the oldest person you see on the street. Their skin looked so thin and wrapped so tightly, you could see the bones under the skeleton of Life, I thought. Ancient them

bones break as they move. Ohhhh." They pull away. The legs, skinny like spider legs, reached the side of the coffin. Cara and I finally move. We retreat into the dark shadows on the wall.

I heard more coughing. Near the window, a white-haired vampire leaned over the edge, making an ugly, suffocating sound,

"Very thirsty..." I heard one of them whispering.

"It's very thirsty.. it's very thirsty.." repeated another.

They lowered themselves from their coffins, they said,

stretching and groaning. "It's very thirsty...it's very thirsty." they shouted. Their voices were dry and hoarse, as if their throats were sore, as if their voices were nothing but air. They were all dressed in black. Formal black

suits. White shirt collars are stiff and high above them

chin. Some of them were wearing long, shiny robes. They fixed their robes with thin white fingers, sweeping them backwards past skinny and crooked shoulders. "That's very thirsty..." Their silver eyes shone brighter as they began to wake up.

And then, standing in the passageway between the two rows of coffins, they began to flap their skinny arms. Slowly in the beginning. Their arms creaked as they pulled him up, then down.

Silver eyes shone on the pale old face. Up, then down. Up, then down. They flapped their hands faster, groaning and snorting. The voice echoed in the high walls and ceiling. Pack faster now. Crate. Crate.

And as Cara and I gaped in amazement, the sickly moaning old men began to shrink. The flapping arm flaps into black wings. Red eyes shone from the face like rodents.

Within seconds, they shrank and changed. They all became flying black bats. And turn their red eyes to Cara and I.