Vampire's Breath

9.

How to glance at the doorway, then back at me, "We have to get out of here" he whispered. "That's your plan?" myrag. "That's it?

That's plan?"

He nodded and raised a finger to his lips. "Perhaps if we escape the castle, we can seek help" he explained. "If we stay here, we will perish whatever we do. If we stay here, we're in his power."

"How will people help us?" i'm arguing. "It's over a hundred years ago-remember? How will the people outside the castle help us return to the future?"

"I don't know" answered Cara sadly. "I just know that if we stay in this creepy castle, we won't have a chance."

I opened my mouth to argue again. But I can't think of anything else to say.

Way may be right. Our only chance is to escape. "Come," he whispered. He took my hand and began to pull me along the row of coffins. I held back. "Where are we going?"

He pointed. "To window. Let's take a look

can climb out." The room was all over our school's gym. We walked quickly between two rows of open coffins. I couldn't take my eyes off that old wooden crate.

Vampires sleep in it. Those are the words that float through me

objected as we rushed past them.

Cara and I will also soon sleep in it.

i'm shivering. And quit. "How to, look." I pointed to the window in front. "It's a waste of time." He's sighing. He saw what I meant. Large windows are installed very high on the wall. It stands far above our heads.

We can't reach it even if we have stairs.

"The only way to get through that window is to

fly," I said slowly. How to frown and stare at the window. "I hope you and I don't spend the rest of our lives flapping bat wings and flying in and out of that window" he said.

"There must be a way out of this castle" I told him, forcing myself to sound cheerful. "Come on. Let's find the front door."

"Freddy-no." How to pull me back. "We can't just go running down the aisles. Count Nightwing will meet us." "We'll be careful" I said. "Come, Cara. Healthful

find a way out." We turned around and ran side by side through the empty coffin. Through door. And into the long, dimly lit hallway.

The hall seemed to stretch for miles. Dark wooden doors lined up on both sides. All doors are closed. Above each door, a gas lamp emitted a soft yellow light.

My shoes slumped onto the thick blue carpet. Air smells sour. I glanced back at the coffin room. An ugly stone gargoyle glanced at me, perched above the door.

I turned away from his evil gaze and stared up and down the long hall. The door stretches in two directions. "Which street?" i'm whispering.

How to lift shoulders. "No problem. We just need to find a door or a window that's gonna take us out."

We walked quietly on the thick carpet. The gas lamp emitted a dim light. Our shadow seemed to be hiding behind us as we walked.

Cara and I stopped at the first door we came to. I grabbed the brass knob and turned it. The heavy door creaked as it opened.

We peeked into a large square room full of furniture. The furniture is all covered with white sheets. The chairs loomed like ghosts beside the long, covered sofa. In the corner beside the dark fireplace, a guard of the room.

How to point to that thick black curtain

stretched out on the far wall. "There must be an

the window is back there. Let's check it out." We ran across the room. My shoes slipped on the floor. As I glanced down, I saw nearly an inch of dust strewn across the floor.

"I think this room hasn't been used in a long time" I said.

"Big!" I cried.

"Not too good," answered Cara moody. I immediately saw what he meant. The window had thick black bars on it.

"Uggg." With a groan of disdain, How to push the curtain back into place. We rushed back to the hall and tried the door across the hall. We walked into a small room full of suitcases. The rods were stacked against each other up to the high ceiling.

There are no windows in this room. The next room has a huge old darkness a wooden table in the middle and ancient shelves. Another heavy black curtain covered the window.

I eagerly pulled the curtains to find another window covered in dust. And a thicker black trunk, "Any," I murmured.

"This castle is like a prison" Cara said with a quivering whisper. His dark eyes shone in fear, "But there must be a way out."

We crept back into the long hall. I stopped when I heard a soft fluttering sound. Bat wings?

Are the vampires back?

How to hear it too. "Quickly," he whispered. We pushed open the next door and darted in. I closed the door behind me carefully. Then I turned around and saw that we had entered a large dining room.

A long table filled most of the room. It was empty except for the tall candle in the middle. White candle stick sticking in candle holder. Candles drip in a small puddle on the table. Puddles of water buried in a layer of gray dust.

"There's been no one here for a long time" I murmured.

Cara is already in the window. He pulled back the curtains to open another barred window. "Aaggggh!" She grabbed her hair in frustration. "Every window! Every window has bars!" he wailed. "And we can't keep walking through these passageways. Someone's gonna find us."

Staring at the long, dust-covered dining room table, I got the idea. "Vampires don't eat" I said. So what's?" Shouting Ways. He slammed his fist into the thick black curtain.

"So they probably never went into the kitchen" I continued. "We'll be safe in the kitchen. And there may be a kitchen door. Maybe..."

How to breathe. "Maybe. Might as well. Maybe." He shook his head moody. "There are a thousand rooms in this creepy old castle. How do we find the kitchen?"

I held her shoulder and guided her to the door. "Well, this is the dining room, right? Maybe the kitchen's close to the dining room."

"Maybe possible," repeated bitterly. I guided him to the hall, then led the way to the next door. We pushed it open and peered inside.

No. gabe. Not kitchen.

We quickly crept down the hallway, trying door to door.

There is no kitchen, no kitchen.

We kept looking back, watching Count Nightwing, hoping we wouldn't meet him.

We turn the corner. We found ourselves in a narrower, darker hallway. I tried the first door. Yep!

An old-fashioned kitchen with a spacious fireplace fireplace, firewood stove, and blackened pans and pans hung on the wall beside the fireplace.

My eyes glanced quickly around the room. And landed in the spacious kitchen window.

There is no black curtain. And there's no bar! "Yeah!" Cheering way.

she's she?

We both jumped into the window. Can we open it

We tried to push him from below. But no grip, no place to grip the frame. "Destroy it!" Crying way. "Open the window!"

I ran to the wall and pulled the heavy metal pan. I dragged him to the window. Pulling back my arm. Ready swing.m..