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  Mom and Dad turned to me. “We’ll be home soon,” Dad said. “Make yourself a sandwich upstairs, okay? Make one for Cara, too.”

  I stared back at him, unable to get over my shock. “But if you and Mom are vampires, am I a vampire, too?” I asked in a trembling voice.

  “Of course,” Mom replied. “But you’re way too young to get your fangs, Freddy. You have to wait at least another hundred years!”

  I wanted to ask a million more questions. But the three of them began to flap their arms. Up and down. In seconds, they changed into bats and flew out the basement window.

  I stared at the window for a long while, trying to calm down, trying to slow my racing heart. When I started to feel a little more normal, I turned to Cara.

  “Wow,” she said, shaking her head. “Wow.”

  “I don’t believe it, either,” I replied softly.

  She grinned at me. “I knew you were weird, Freddy. But I didn’t know you were that weird!”

  I wanted to laugh at that. But I was still too shocked to laugh, or cry, or scream—or do anything!

  I turned away from Cara and counted to twenty, trying to get myself together.

  It isn’t easy to find out that you’re a vampire.

  I really think Mom and Dad could have broken the news to me in a little better way.

  But I guess they didn’t think it was any big deal…

  The door to the bathroom stood open. I stepped inside. “We never use this bathroom,” I muttered. “We use the one across the basement.”

  Cara followed me in. The mirrored door to the medicine chest was partly open. She pulled it open the rest of the way.

  The shelves were jammed with all kinds of jars and bottles. Strange medicines and tubes of ointments.

  I saw a green glass bottle on the top shelf. “What’s that?” I wondered. I stretched my hand up to pull it down.

  But Cara grabbed it first.

  “Give it back!” I cried. I shoved her.

  She shoved me back.

  She turned the glass bottle in her hand and read the name on the label to me: “WEREWOLF SWEAT”.

  “Cara—put it back!” I ordered. “No. Really. Put it back. Leave it alone, Cara. Don’t open it. Don’t—”

  She teased me. Grinning, she pretended to pull off the top.

  “No—!” I cried.

  I swiped at it. Tried to pull it from her hand.

  But I missed—and tugged off the top instead.

  “Whooooa!” Cara cried out as a yellow liquid squirted over both of us.

  I rolled my eyes. “Now what?” I cried. “Now what do you think is going to happen?”

  “Grrrrrrrrowwwwwrrrrrrrrr!” Cara replied.

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  R. L. Stine, [Goosebumps 49] - Vampire Breath

 

 

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