Chapter 2:
"Wasn't he amazing?" Bailey said to Cody as the two teenagers made their way back up to their cabins.
"Who?" Cody asked, stopping and looking at her.
"Dracula," Bailey replied, as if it were obvious. "I mean with...it's like he's lived for centuries or something."
"Yea," Cody said, twisting his eyebrows. "He was…different." Soon they reached Bailey's cabin. "Well, it was fun," Cody finished as she opened the door.
"Yea," Bailey replied. "Good night Cody."
"Good night," Cody said. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. "See ya tomorrow." He said quickly.
"See you," Bailey answered before closing her door.
Cody walked back to his own cabin. When he opened the door, he saw Woody laying on his bed reading a comic book. "Hey," Cody said. With that he picked up Mr. Moseby's notice of what the students were supposed to do while the ship was stuck and what was being done to fix the rudder and propellers.
"Hey," Woody replied not looking up. "Look out! Look out! He's right behind her!"
Cody looked over and saw that Woody's cries were from the fact that he was once again engrossed in his comic book. Cody shook his head. "Didn't you learn last time not read a scary story right before bed?" He asked in a somewhat annoyed tone. Last time Woody had read a scary comic before he went to bed, he had kept Cody up all night with constant shrieks in his sleep. Cody hadn't forgotten and was not eager to repeat the experience.
"Well," Woody said. "I gotta know what happens! They're this close," he held up his thumb and forefinger, "to finding the vampire's crypt."
"That's nice," Cody replied shortly as he set the notice out and grabbed a night shirt. Next he took a shower, got changed, and brushed his teeth. As he tossed his clothes into his hamper, the crucifix that the man from the inn had given him fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. Cody picked it up, shaking his head. "Crazy old guy."
"Hey, where'd you get that?" Woody asked, getting up.
"Some crazy old dude gave it to me," Cody replied as he made a sarcastic face. "He if I went around at night without it, the vampires would get me." He waved his hands above his head to emphasize his point.
"Well, they are the most effective tool for repelling a vampire," Woody said. "They're even better than wolfs bane."
"Ok…um right," Cody said looking up.
Woody shook his head as he thrust the comic book in front of Cody's eyes. "See? Wolfsbane is used to protect people from vampires, but you can use a crucifix also."
"Yea," Cody replied. "I'll log that one away." With that he set the crucifix on his night stand before crawling into bed.
Bailey sat on her bed brushing her hair. "Dracula…" she muttered. "I wonder if I'm going to see him again."
"See who again?" London called from the bathroom. "Did you meet somebody?"
Bailey shook her head. "Just a local that helped Cody and me find our way back…but still he was just fascinating." London sat down and stared at Bailey, cluelessness filled her eyes. Taking a breath, Bailey went on to explain about Dracula. Unfortunately, this was a somewhat lengthy and tiring process because Bailey constantly had to simply her words so London would understand them.
"Did he say if he was rich?" London asked, uninterested in everything Bailey had to say. "Cause if he is you got no chance. I mean with that hair, and those shoes you wore today and-"
"I get it!" Bailey cut her off. "And he's a count so it's not like that!" Bailey growled in frustration as she walked over to her bed and climbed in.
"So you say," London said. "But trust me, I can tell when someone's falling for someone richer than them."
"Sure London, whatever," Bailey said as she reached over and turned off the light.
"I'm not ready to go to bed yet!" London whined. She reached over and turned the light back on.
"Well I am," Bailey responded, somewhat annoyed. "So good night!" With that she turned the light off again.
Suddenly, London felt her phone ring. She turned the light back on again, ignoring Bailey's groans of dismay.
"Just fall asleep by the time I get back," London commanded as she picked up her phone and exited the room.
Bailey shook her head before falling back into her pillow. "It's so stuffy in here," Bailey thought to herself, suddenly feeling a desire for some fresh air. She got up again and opened the port hole above her bed. After a deep breath, and relieving sigh, she laid down again and turned out the light. Thoughts about Dracula and his stories continuously filled her mind and almost seemed to hypnotize her. Within moments, she was fast asleep.
Outside the ship, a larger than normal gray bat stealthily fluttered its way over the harbor. Remaining in the shadows, the bat approached the ship, its red eyes focused on an open porthole near the lower decks. It opened its mouth slightly, causing the moon's light to reflect of its sharp glimmering teeth.
Bailey rolled over, sleeping soundly. She was unaware that the bat had now made its way through the open porthole and flew near her bed. A second later, the bat disappeared and in its place was a man. The man silently lowered his cape from in front of his face, revealing his gleaming, hungry eyes. Above his eyes, his short black hair was slicked back, revealing a widow's peak that contrasted frighteningly with his pale skin. It was Dracula.
In a series of silent, stealthy steps, Dracula made his way to his unsuspecting victim, his hand slightly outstretched. The whole time he moved as if he was gliding over the ground towards her. As his mouth neared Bailey's throat, his lips slid back to reveal two sharp fangs, each gleaming evilly in the moonlight.
Bailey, however, was completely unaware of the presence over her. She continued to lie there helplessly, not knowing the danger lurking just above her. Dracula almost seemed to smile as he knew there was no escape for his prey. There was nothing she could do to resist; she was entirely within his power.
Dracula's fangs continued to inch closer to Bailey's neck. His eyes were two gleaming red holes of pure evil. Dracula's cool breath made contact with Bailey's soft warm skin, shortly before his fangs finally punctured her. Bailey let out a soft breath as Dracula's fangs slowly slid deeper into her throat and into her veins. Bailey's skin grew slightly paler as Dracula drank her blood; her life was now the vampire's sustenance. Strength slowly slipped away from her and rejuvenated Dracula's centuries old body. The tiny wounds on Bailey's neck each acted like a tiny portal through which Dracula continued sucking the young girl's life from her body…
Sorry it was kinda short...what's going to happen? Please Read and Review