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    Sting of the Whip – (Chapter: Thoughts)

    Spencer rubbed the back of her neck. She looked around the cage that the stranger set her in. It took her everything she had to keep from screaming. Sitting in the left corner was a little boy, who was casually eating what looked like a raw peice of chicken. He was paying absolutely no attention to Spencer. But that wasn’t what frightened her. Laying out in the middle of the cage was a huge vampire. A darkness, with wings that stretched out to both ends of the cage. He reminded her of Charlie, except more large and menacing. Even though he was fast asleep.

    "O my God I’m going to die."

    She started to back away from the beast. As she edged toward the steel bars, she heard a steady rise in breathing. A breathing that wasn’t her own.

    "Now what?"

    She slowly turned around and this time she didn’t hold back as a long and sharp scream escaped her mouth. The huge black werewolf let out a long deep howl as spencer screamed. The boy in the corner stopped eating his chicken and looked at the now moving darkness that lay on the ground. His face was terrified as the vampire stood up and flashed his claws.

    Spencer: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

     

     

     

     Meanwhile…

    Qualls and Freddy looked around trying to decide where the howl came from.

    Qualls: "It was that way Freddy!"

    Freddy: "No it wasn’t!"

    Qualls: "Yes it was! Dad never howls in that direction!"

    He pointed south.

    Freddy: He always told us that south ultimately leads to nowhere! It was a trick of the wind Qualls! We have o go north!"

    Qualls: "What if he’s been caught! What if he lies south of us? You’d be leading us in the wrong direction! Besides, who’s the oldest here?"

    Freddy: "You are…."

    Qualls: "That’s right. So I say we go-"

    ???: "Straight to your graves."

    Qualls: "No Freddy south!"

    Freddy: "QUALLS!!!!!"

    Qualls turned around and looked at his brother Freddy. He was facing down a danger in which no body had ever survived. A starving vampire. (eve see one? Vicious creatures)

     Qualls: "HOLD ON FREDDY I’M COMIN!"

    He charged at the silver haired Beauty, who absorbed the attack like a brick wall.

     

     

     

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