“A word of
warning,” said Countess White to Maude and Paine the following morning. “Drac
is a virile boy, and when it comes to the ladies, he’s certainly not coy. He’ll
definitely turn on the charm, but I can assure you that he’ll do you no harm.
If he continues to persist, be polite but firmly resist. Your insistence will
keep him at a distance.”
“Thank you
for the advice,” said Paine. “We shall remain stoic if he tries to entice.”
Suddenly
there was banging on the front door
“Countess
White!” hollered Clyde from the hallway. “Shall I open for that insufferable
bore?”
“Yes, Clyde.
After that you have my permission to hide.”
Clyde was
knocked to the floor as soon as he opened the door
And yelled
as his attacker continued to attack
“Uncle
Sweet!” the assailant yelled. “Drac’s back!”
“I know it’s
you!” yelled the countess. “And leave Clyde alone, he’s a century older than
you!”
“Where are
you?”
“I’m in the
dining room, come on through!”
Maude and
Paine stared with mouths agape
At the
debonair man with the red and black cape
He gave them
a brief glance and turned to the countess
“Uncle
Sweet, why are you wearing a dress?”
“Transylvanian
fashion is my latest passion.”
“It’s
inane,” he remarked and once again eyed Maude and Paine. “I say, are these two
prey?”
“No, they
are friends who have come to stay. So be on your best behaviour. I forbid you
to play.”
“Aw, can’t I
just have one? It’s been ages since I’ve had a little fun.”
“Drac, stop
your whining this instance!” These two ladies are in need of your assistance.”
“Yes, they
are under a spell. Whoever cast it did very well.”
“Are you
saying that you may not be able to break?”
“No, Uncle
Sweet. I just don’t know how long it will take.”
“You can
start after we’ve all had something to eat. You can pour the wine, I’ll cook
the meat.”
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