Mina sunk to the ground.
She did not get up. The boy-creature loomed over her, his face twisted into a sneer of triumph. It gleefully tore at Mina's wound and licked up the drops of blood that leaked out.
Through the window came a torrent of bats, screeching over and over. Their ugly upturned faces turned into elegant, pale ones. Their tiny claws grew into outstretched hands and their bat feet turned into pale, graceful legs. The vampires joined the creature.
Finally Mina was almost nothing but skin and bones, lying on the floor, pale and dead.
The vampires waited. Then the boy grew into a long, slender form of a man in a blood red suit and a dark black cape. In one fluid motion, he bent and picked Mina up. In a hushed voice, he said, "She is one of us now." Then, with a growing smile on his cold blood red lips, he draped the cloak over the figure in his arms, hefted her up, and dove out the window. The others followed suit.
Soon, there were thirty cloaked figures floating in the air by the light of the moon. The man who was a boy seemed to be the head of the group, and lead them east. They flew until the sun began to rise. Shrieks and howls showed this. Mina, In the boy-thing-man-thing's arms, shuddered, her eyes still closed.
The vampires landed in front of a tall, abandoned mansion. The leader opened the door that was tilting on one hinge and strutted in. Sighs of relief came as the vampires slipped into their coffins, rubbing their aching skin.
The leader did not lay down. He gently laid Mina into his velvet coffin, and himself into a long cardboard moving box that had been left behind decades ago.
Inside the coffin, Mina opened her eyes. She saw nothing but black. This oddly comforted her. Her eyes, like the daintiest of butterflies, drifted asleep.