Subj: Grammar Story -- 37
Date: 11/21/00 12:19:41 PM Central Standard Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
"Devlin, prepare to die!" the monster said with an evil smile. Quentin grinned,
as he felt strength course through his body. It wasn't his, but it was a nice
substitute. "Oh, I don't think so, Barnabas or whoever or should I say, whatever
you are." Bringing the hammer down, he began to pound the stake through the
vampire's black heart. His cruel, unworldly laughter could be heard over the
unnatural screams of the vampire, as the dark blood began to spout from the
body of Barnabas.