[fiction-fantasy] Waxy cheesecakes \"Dracula\" I think thats how you set up the title. If not correct me. The man rushed through the cold, damp alleyways. As he ran, his stalker watched from the roof tops. Two cold, glaring eyes. The man rushed too a phone booth. "Hello, 911." He said anxiously. "You can't escape me, David." Answered the voice. Horrified, he dropped the phone and backed up into someone. "Hello, David." With a quick glancing blow too the back, the man was thrown into the booth and out the otherside. "Did you really think, after all we've been through, you could escape me?" Asked the stalker. "I would have thought that you, even you, would have been stopped by a stake." Replied the blood soaked man. "Ahhhh, well that is where you were wrong, my friend." And with that the stalker lifted David up and bit his neck. And when he was done, he removed his strangely, enlongated teeth, from Davids neck and threw him too the back of the alleyway behind the booth. This stalkers real name was Mark Conrad, but everyone knew him as his self bestowed name, Dracula. Its a taste of what I'm cooking up before I go too bed each night.So, what do you think?