Vampire World (VAMPIRE WORLD #1)

Part 13 Bitemore Cemetery

Chapter 12: Bitemore Cemetery

After saying goodbye to all the others, Brett and I snuck out of the house.

          I drove along behind his black car. It wasn’t fancy; in some ways it was actually quite similar to Mr. FreeCut’s. After many winding turns, we finally made it to Bitemore Cemetery. We stopped and parked at the tall fence dividing the graveyard from the outside.

“Here we are,” Brett said.

“Isn’t this where Dracula’s gravesite is?” I asked.

“Yes. In fact, it’s one of the best graves here. I'll show it to you.”

I thought about the secret that was supposed to be behind the grave. But only for a moment.

We walked through the gate and entered a mysterious land. The soil under the graves looked as if it was soaked in blood. The gravesites came in many different shapes and sizes, but most of them were black in color. Some of the larger ones had intimidating statues of gargoyles and other freakish creatures perched on top. A few were actually as big as houses, with skulls and jewelry decorating them. Others were simply plain and flat, like drab squares rotting in the ground.

“So what do you think?” Brett asked. “Pretty cool place, huh?”

I tripped on a small grave shaped like a pyramid. Just before I fell, Brett grabbed my hand and steadied me. Damn, his smooth touch felt great.

“So, onto Dracula’s grave,” I said, trying not to show how perfect it felt holding his hand. I didn’t want to make it too obvious.

“There it is,” Brett said, pointing to a colossal pyramid draped in bright rubies. It was by far the largest and most impressive grave in the cemetery, its magnificence lending it the appearance of a grand mansion incongruously set in a town of otherwise hastily built shacks. A huge, fearsome looking gargoyle statue with gold talons was perched on the very tip of the pyramid.

A simple epitaph read: 'Here lies Dracula. The greatest vampire that ever lived'.

“It’s so cool,” I said.

“I learned in school that Dracula gave freedom to our country,” Brett said. “He really did a lot of good.”

“Yes he did. But I wonder what happened to him? I mean, why did they never find his body?”

He peered at me funny. His eyes were perfection. “So you mean his body is not here? I never knew that.”

“Well that’s what my dad…I mean my caretaker….told me,” I replied.

He asked me what had happened to my real parents. I decided to tell him everything.

“That makes you different,” he said after I finished. I didn’t know if I should take this as a compliment or an insult.

“There are so many bitchy, stuck-up vamp girls that are all the same,” he continued. “It’s nice to know someone like you exists. And you look so good with your hair down.”

Oh, he must have been lying.

“Thanks,” I said. “But I want to look better. I want to be able to afford things. I hate being poor.”

He wanted to know more about Mr. FreeCut. I told him that my caretaker didn’t have much money, but that he loved and cared for me.

“Well, that’s good,” Brett said. “A good relationship with parents can mean the world to any vampire, even if other stuff is not going their way.”