A foul breath gasped through the crack.
“Aha! The beast has not hidden his abode well,” Sadie said, voice a whisper. She gripped the stake tighter, knuckles white, teeth visible in her moonlit grin.
“Shh! Sadie, this is serious!” Lisa put a hand on her shoulder before she could take a step. “There could be grave robbers or anyone down there!”
“I take my hunting very seriously, thank you, dear guardian.” Sadie pulled away and strode towards the black door. “And if they disturb the slumber of the beast, it could spell doom for us all!”
An archway curled around the edges of the door, with slots for lanterns above and either side. The lanterns were present, but their innards were devoid of flame. Sadie paused at the foot of the steps, which ascended to the door. She read the name carved into the stone above the archway. “Loretta Alaska,” she said in awe, “and here we were thinking that the vamp was a man.” Sadie totted and shook her head. She looked at Lisa. “Not very progressive of us, was it?”
“We’re not actually going down there. Are we?
We could...