By MICHAEL LAWRENCE
The Count scowled. "Now, Wilfred, I do not want soup. I want blood, gently warmed, bit of froth on top, no sugar. If you had any thought for your poor old father you'd go down to the valley, drag a villager out of bed, and drain his blood into a jug for me."
"To think," the Count said, "that one day you'll be head of the House of Dracula. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if the first thing you do when I'm turned to dust is put up pretty curtains and put flowers everywhere. You're not a vampire, Wilfred, you're a vimpire!"
Wilfred was badly stung by these harsh words. He so wanted to be like all the Draculas before him. Was it his fault that he was different? He went down to his room and climbed into his coffin, where he tossed and turned sadly for a while.
At last he fell asleep. Wilfred had always had trouble keeping awake at night - another thing that upset his father. The Count was old-fashioned. He believed that vampires should sleep during the day and be up all night, sipping the red stuff.
Publisher: Barrington Stoke
Price: $14.95
Age group: 8-13 years
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