“Wake up! Please wake up!” he hissed. But still she slept. Edgar looked up at the window and saw a small flash of light. He stood up. There was the flash again. But it was too quick for Edgar to see anything. He put his nose against the glass. A torch flared into light outside. On the other side of the window was the face of the priest. He was looking right at Edgar. Edgar jumped back, and crashed into a jug of water. It smashed. Water poured out all over the floor, and all over Mary’s face. A piece of the broken jug fell onto Mary’s arm. The sharp edge cut her skin. Blood ran down her arm. She moved a little in her sleep. Outside the window, Edgar could see a crowd of villagers. They began to chant. The crowd were looking at something behind Edgar. Edgar felt shivers run down his back . He turned around and screamed. Ana was standing next to the altar. She smiled at Edgar. Her teeth were long, slim fangs. Slowly, she began to walk towards him. Where is Mr Blood? thought Edgar.
