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“Got the hundredth time,” Zoey whined as she stepped over a large tree root, careful not to trip. “Vampires aren’t real, Frannie. We aren’t going to find a monster! Can we please go back home?” I waved my hand behind me to hush her. We’d been on the trail for a little over an hour, and we’d have already made it to Dracula’s lair if my damn cell service hadn’t gone out.
We were searching blind now that the sun had set, but we were close. I could feel it. Just ahead, framed by large weeping willows, was the maw of a cave. The one I’d been researching. The one where Dracula had set up his home for the last bit of the current century. “There!” I hissed and felt Zoey crash into my back as I stopped abruptly. She let out a squeak when we collided, and the sound caused a cloud of bats to erupt from the mouth of the cave! Their wings caused a rush of warm air so strong it knocked us to the ground. While Zoey flung her arms up to protect her hair, I looked up. Amazed by Dracula’s creatures’ wings and little fangs as they darted off into the night, leaving their Master unprotected.
