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flashlight up and down the bare floors. No sign of the blue
bottle.
    “Where is it?” I whispered. “Where?”
    “It shouldn’t be so hard to find in an empty room!” Cara declared.
    “Do you think maybe it rolled out into the tunnel?” I suggested.
    Cara bit her bottom lip. “I don’t think so.” She raised her eyes from the
floor and gazed at me. “We didn’t break it—did we?”
    “No. When I put the cap back on it, I set it down somewhere,” I replied.
    I glanced up to see the vampire glaring at us angrily. “I’m losing my
patience,” he warned. He licked his dry lips. His icy eyes moved from me to
Cara.
    “There it is!” Cara cried. Her beam of light froze at the base of the coffin.
The blue bottle lay there on its side.
    I charged across the room, bent quickly, and picked up the Vampire Breath.
    Count Nightwing’s eyes flashed in excitement. A pale smile spread over his
face. “Open it—now!” he ordered. “Open it, and I will be gone. Back to my
time. Back to my beautiful castle. Good-bye, children. Good-bye. Open it!
Quickly!”
    My hands trembled. I gripped the blue bottle tightly in my left hand. I lowered my right hand to the glass stopper on top
of the bottle.
    I grabbed the stopper—and pulled it off the bottle.
    And waited.
    And waited.
    Nothing happened.

 
 
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    And then I heard a whoosh.
    I nearly dropped the bottle as a green mist sprayed up through the top.
    “Yessss!” I cried happily. The bottle wasn’t empty!
    The sickening odor made me gasp, then hold my breath. But I didn’t care about
the smell.
    I watched the fog thicken, thicken until I couldn’t see the coffin in the
middle of the room. Couldn’t see Cara. Couldn’t see the old vampire.
    The dark mist billowed and swirled.
    I wanted to cheer and jump up and down. Because I knew that Count Nightwing
would disappear into the fog. And we would be safe. We would never see him
again.
    “Cara—are you okay?” I called. My voice sounded hollow, muffled by the
swirling fog.
    “It stinks !” she choked out.
    “Hold your breath,” I told her. “The last time, it faded away in a few
seconds.”
    “It’s soooo disgusting!” she wailed.
    Cara was standing close beside me. But I couldn’t see her in the waves of
mist.
    So damp and cold. I suddenly felt as if I were standing under water. Standing
under the ocean as wave after wave rolled over me.
    I held my breath as long as I could. When my chest started to burn, I let it
out in a long whoosh.
    I shut my eyes and prayed. Prayed for the fog to fade, for the mist to lower
to the floor and disappear, as it had before.
    Please, please—I thought. Don’t let Cara and me drown in this disgusting
mist.
    A few seconds later, I opened my eyes.
    Darkness all around.
    I blinked several times. A square of pale yellow light glowed in the
distance.
    Moonlight pouring in through a window.
    Window? There is no window in this room! I told myself.
    I turned and saw Cara. She was swallowing hard, her eyes wide, glancing
nervously around the room. “He—he’s gone,” she murmured. “Freddy—the vampire
is gone.”
    I squinted into the dim light. “But where are we?” I whispered. I
pointed to the open window far away, at the other end of the room. “There was no
window before.”
    Cara chewed her bottom lip. “We’re not in the same room,” she said softly. “This room is so big and—” She stopped.
    “Coffins!” I cried.
    As my eyes adjusted to the light, the low, solid shapes formed out of the
shadows. And I realized I was staring at two long, straight rows of coffins.
    “Where are we?” Cara cried, unable to hide the fear in her voice. “It
must be some sort of graveyard or something!”
    “But we’re indoors,” I said. “We’re not in a graveyard. We’re in a room. A
very long room.”
    I gazed up to the high ceilings. Two glass chandeliers hung down, their
crystals gleaming dully in the pale moonlight.
    The dark walls were covered