“Mmm,” the vampire said with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.
John eyed him suspiciously. “May I ask why you have a fork and a knife if you’re just going to drink my blood? Wouldn’t a straw be more appropriate?” Here he was chained up in the basement of a castle that looked a heck of a lot like Count Dracula’s castle, but this vampire had claimed that it was only a replica and that his name was Count Arugula .
“Teeheehee,” Count Arugula laughed. It was a squeaky little high-pitched laugh, not the typical “Muhahaha” of your usual vampire. John wasn’t impressed. At least Count Arugula had remembered to confiscate his wooden stake.
“It adds atmosphere,” Count Arugula said. “I like my blood donors fresh…and besides, food always tastes better with a fork.”…show more content… “But I’m just not one to donate blood.” Maybe he could postpone the inevitable for at least a few more hours. “Besides, I really must warn you. I ate a lot of garlic on the way over here.” Actually, that had been the Russian spy, but maybe some of the fumes from her garlic had come off on his clothes…maybe…hopefully…
Count Arugula let out another teeheehee, and John sighed. It looked like his career as a Russian spy was about to end as a blood donor. If he’d known he was going to be chained up in a vampire’s basement, he would have taken that spy in-service meeting on escaping from evil dungeons just a little bit more seriously last week instead of having all those staring contests with the Russian
