Dracula's Vampires

As he drove closer, he saw a tall, pale, thin man, wearing black clothes and a huge, long, black cape with a high collar. He had a small, gold bat on each lapel, with a gold chain linking them. His hair was light brown, and he had evil, green eyes. He listened to the motor of the tractor with his pointed ears as he slowly stroked the goatee on his cold chin.

'Excuse me, but the cemetery gates will be closing in ten minutes. Is there something that I can help you with?' the grave-digger asked. 'Perhaps there is. A dear friend of mine passed away several years ago. I am an actor, so I am always traveling, and, when I received the terrible news, I was unable to attend the funeral, unfortunately,' Vincent said.

'What was her name? Maybe I've seen it,' the grave-digger asked 'Her name is Isabella Montclaire,' Vincent said in a French accent.

'Well, there is a possibility that I seen that grave, but there are so many that I wouldn't remember where,' the grave-digger said as he got off the tractor. 'You know, there is an office at the front gates, and they have a map of the graves. They should be able to tell you where Isabella Montclaire's grave is,' the grave-digger said as they started to walk.

'I know there are hundreds of graves here with a huge, white angel on top, but her brother told me that I couldn't miss it because he placed a crown of red roses on the angel's head this morning,' Vincent said, as if he was disgusted, as they walked along. 'Well, I've been here since nine o'clock this morning, and if I had seen that, I would remember.... Look! Over there! That is it!' he said as he pointed. 'I've been past this area a hundred times today. Why didn't I notice that crown of red roses?' the grave-digger said.

Suddenly, there was a growl, and Vincent grabbed him around his neck! He started choking him. When the grave-digger looked at Vincent's horrible, pale face and long, sharp fangs, he struggled and screamed. Suddenly, there was the sound of the bones in his neck breaking! Snap! Snap! Snap! His body went limp, and Vincent stuck his long, sharp fangs into the jugular vein of his broken neck. He drank and drank, until there was no more blood to drink from the vein. Then he turned the broken neck to the other side and stuck his sharp fangs into the dead flesh to drink some more. The grave-digger's flesh turned white as Vincent took his bloody fangs out of his broken neck. Then Vincent placed the dead body on top of a nearby grave, with the tombstone above the grave-digger's head. He stared at the bloody holes on the sides of the neck, and they disappeared. Vincent stood up and literally disappeared into thin air as he walked away.

Night fell, and at the Prussaunt Mortuary, a wake for someone was taking place. Family and friends of the deceased were all in black attire, and the sound of quiet weeping could be heard above the squeaky organ music and amidst all of this was Jacque. He was wearing a black suit and tie for the occasion, but he could care less who was lying in the coffin. The first chance he got, he started his tour of the huge, mysterious mortuary. Jacque quietly but swiftly walked down the long corridor and ran up the stairs. He opened the door of the first room he reached. He slowly pulled open the huge double doors.

The room had dark blue decor, with burgundy drapes hanging over the windows. There were candles burning in gold candle holders. In the middle of this huge room were five dark blue coffins. Slowly, he walked in, being cautious, hoping that he would not see Vincent. He still had nightmares about their brief encounter. He walked over to the five coffins, and his curiosity got the best of him. Nervously and slowly, he opened one of the coffins. The sweat started to roll down his face. Just as he got the coffin lid halfway opened, someone came in the door. Dressed in a black-and-white French maid uniform, it was Victoria. The uniform was the mini-skirt style, with white lace around the apron. She put down her feather duster and tucked a few loose strands of blue hair under her maid cap. Then she started to dust one of the coffins as she hummed a tune. Jacque was hiding under the same coffin that she was dusting. He was nervous, and fear had overcome him.

Victoria knew that he was under the coffin, but she pretended that she knew nothing.

She continued to dust, and the dust started to stir up and cause Jacque to have the urge to sneeze. He tried very hard not to sneeze He could not stop the allergic reaction, so he put his face inside his jacket and sneezed!