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As night slowly fell, Brett grew more and more impatient about seeing the vampire. If it was real at all. He watched the sky turn red, and the sun sank behind the horizon. The headstones casting shadows across the dark ground. Finally, it was time. Brett walked up to the mausoleum door. He grabbed the stone, and heaved it strongly. He grunted, but it only moved an inch. He clicked on the flashlight and shone it into the small crack. The beam of light shone around the stone room, the stench of the dead still lingered out to Brett. He crinkled his nose, and gripped the door tightly. Grunting, he pushed it open a little bit more. Brett sighed. He sucked in his stomach, which was already thin, as much as possible and squeezed in through the small opening. The smell was horrid as Brett stumbled in through. He almost gagged. Trying to find his flash light, he took a step forward, his shoe catching on a stone. Falling, face first, he caught himself with his hands, dropping his flashlight. "Ah!" Brett cried softly in fear. He was terrified of the pitch-black darkness that engulfed him. He froze, just laying on the cold, stone floor. His hands stung from scraping them and he shook. Someone else was in the mausoleum. He heard a soft, enchanting chuckle. Brett let out a shaky breath, quickly searching for his flashlight in the darkness. "Need this?" a smooth, male voice said quietly from the dark. Brett held out a hand, and the light was dropped into his palm. Brett switched it on quickly, standing and putting the beam on a tall, slim figure. A guy with pale skin stood at the far end of mausoleum. His silver hair shone, falling to his jaw line. It was just like the grave digger described. Except his eyes weren't dull. They shined a brilliant crimson, and they were staring back at Brett. Brett shook, and the vampire smiled. He looked about sixteen, with a formal, black suit on that stood out on his pale skin. The tips of his fangs glistened in the flashlight and Brett heard a large, dragging noise. The door was closed. Brett turned quickly, pounding on the stone in such fear. He heard the vampire laugh, a beautiful, smooth laugh that Brett admired. "Let me go!" Brett cried, turning back to the vampire. He always had been interested in vampires, but he never thought they were real until now. "W-what are you going to do...?" Brett whispered, it was all he could manage right now. The vampire shrugged his thin shoulders. "I could kill you." the vampire said like silk, "or..." he continued, but stopped and looked at Brett as if for permission. "Or what..?" Brett asked, his heart beating out of his chest. The vampire walked slowly up to Brett, and leaned down. Brett shook with fear, those fangs getting unreasonably close to him. "I am Druid Foxwood." Druid introduced himself. "And you?". "I..." Brett swallowed. "I'm... Brett Pierce." Brett replied, Druid's cold breath making him more frightened. "Or, I could make you..." Druid smirked, as he continued, "Mine.". Brett blinked, "M-mine?" he asked, shaking again. Druid smiled, holding Brett's shoulders tightly against the cool stone. Brett yelled out, struggling, but Druid's strong grip wouldn't let off. Druid leaned into Brett's neck, biting down slowly with white fangs. The pain was excruciating. Brett cried out in pain, feeling the blood run down his own neck. "St-" was all Brett could cry, the pain making his choke as tears clouded his eyes. He felt Druid smile against his skin, and finally, it was over. Just as quick as it happened, Druid let go of Brett, pulling his fangs gently from Brett's throat. He wiped his mouth gracefully with a sleeve, and Brett slid down to the cold floor, a hand to the two small wounds. Druid sat beside him. Brett looked over quickly, trying to scramble away from the vampire. "Stay away..." Brett whispered, leaning against the wall. Druid smiled. "It won't be long." Druid whispered, his eyes gleamed. Brett looked at him. "Until what..." he whispered. Druid stalked over gracefully and whispered. "Until you're a vampire".

Description
As night slowly fell, Brett grew more and more impatient about seeing the vampire. If it was real at all. He watched the sky turn red, and the sun sank behind the horizon. The headstones casting shadows across the dark ground. Finally, it was time. Brett walked up to the mausoleum door. He grabbed the stone, and heaved it strongly. He grunted, but it only moved an inch. He clicked on the flashlight and shone it into the small crack. The beam of light shone around the stone room, the stench of the dead still lingered out to Brett. He crinkled his nose, and gripped the door tightly. Grunting, he pushed it open a little bit more. Brett sighed. He sucked in his stomach, which was already thin, as much as possible and squeezed in through the small opening. The smell was horrid as Brett stumbled in through. He almost gagged. Trying to find his flash light, he took a step forward, his shoe catching on a stone. Falling, face first, he caught himself with his hands, dropping his flashlight. "Ah!" Brett cried softly in fear. He was terrified of the pitch-black darkness that engulfed him. He froze, just laying on the cold, stone floor. His hands stung from scraping them and he shook. Someone else was in the mausoleum. He heard a soft, enchanting chuckle. Brett let out a shaky breath, quickly searching for his flashlight in the darkness. "Need this?" a smooth, male voice said quietly from the dark. Brett held out a hand, and the light was dropped into his palm. Brett switched it on quickly, standing and putting the beam on a tall, slim figure. A guy with pale skin stood at the far end of mausoleum. His silver hair shone, falling to his jaw line. It was just like the grave digger described. Except his eyes weren't dull. They shined a brilliant crimson, and they were staring back at Brett. Brett shook, and the vampire smiled. He looked about sixteen, with a formal, black suit on that stood out on his pale skin. The tips of his fangs glistened in the flashlight and Brett heard a large, dragging noise. The door was closed. Brett turned quickly, pounding on the stone in such fear. He heard the vampire laugh, a beautiful, smooth laugh that Brett admired. "Let me go!" Brett cried, turning back to the vampire. He always had been interested in vampires, but he never thought they were real until now. "W-what are you going to do...?" Brett whispered, it was all he could manage right now. The vampire shrugged his thin shoulders. "I could kill you." the vampire said like silk, "or..." he continued, but stopped and looked at Brett as if for permission. "Or what..?" Brett asked, his heart beating out of his chest. The vampire walked slowly up to Brett, and leaned down. Brett shook with fear, those fangs getting unreasonably close to him. "I am Druid Foxwood." Druid introduced himself. "And you?". "I..." Brett swallowed. "I'm... Brett Pierce." Brett replied, Druid's cold breath making him more frightened. "Or, I could make you..." Druid smirked, as he continued, "Mine.". Brett blinked, "M-mine?" he asked, shaking again. Druid smiled, holding Brett's shoulders tightly against the cool stone. Brett yelled out, struggling, but Druid's strong grip wouldn't let off. Druid leaned into Brett's neck, biting down slowly with white fangs. The pain was excruciating. Brett cried out in pain, feeling the blood run down his own neck. "St-" was all Brett could cry, the pain making his choke as tears clouded his eyes. He felt Druid smile against his skin, and finally, it was over. Just as quick as it happened, Druid let go of Brett, pulling his fangs gently from Brett's throat. He wiped his mouth gracefully with a sleeve, and Brett slid down to the cold floor, a hand to the two small wounds. Druid sat beside him. Brett looked over quickly, trying to scramble away from the vampire. "Stay away..." Brett whispered, leaning against the wall. Druid smiled. "It won't be long." Druid whispered, his eyes gleamed. Brett looked at him. "Until what..." he whispered. Druid stalked over gracefully and whispered. "Until you're a vampire".