Kidney Tumors More Condition_symptoms CHRISTMAS WITH DAD

(Christmas with the Vampire improved version)
(partial Speaking)
(thanks to Ana and tasting: D)

By: Nicholas Pen Ardila to

" my love Beware my ,

beware of silent in the desert ,

the traveler with the empty glass

and the shadow of your shadow ... "

A. Pizarnik

The cold wind in December followed the road up the steep hillside. I was very nervous, every time you see the picture deteníaa felt like shaking her body, even more: he temblab soul. A gigantic wooden door capped the end of your tour. Deep breath and play twice, so hard that he hurt his hand. Then the heavy door began to open. The count was dressed in his usual black cloak. It was not that used the same every day, was that I had 25 of them. It was old school and liked to reinforce stereotypes. The charming figure of the girl managed to upset her. Should be a lost tourist or a journalist curious finding out the destiny of the last tourists lost. Regardless of who was his fate was to be the same. He smiled and his teeth came to light. The woman presentedtó as Paula, the host waited in silence, trapped by nervousness, she started rambling stories and explanations as long as world history itself. The Earl was not paying much attention, I could only think about having their blood in her mouth touching her neck and white youth. The so Paula said many stupid things and the man was losing patience. Began to approach it in haste. Paula felt uncomfortable. The man began to embrace, was suffocating. Paula was speechless. The count came perilously close to his neck. She could feel the breath rotten hunter a few mms. Drew strength from where none had to say what had come to announce from afar: "I am his daughter.

The count dropped immediately. She tabled a Polaroid portraying his mother, he took careful while giving it back. Paula did not know what to do. Still feared for his life, but was not ready to flee and abandon the idea of having a father. To his surprise the vampire began to speak, actually mumbled rapidly. Finally embraced. The tears of both warmed the cold face of the Count. Squeezed so hard that she arrived &; Oacute; to think that this was another way of trying to kill her. But then he let go and guided to the center of the room. The two sat on the carpet of skin and lit the old fireplace. They talked about their lives. The count omitted the macabre details and she asked many questions. Exhausted, Paula dropped into the arms of his father. He dreamed of vampires, castles and happy families. He woke up in the sunny morning of 25 December. He was in his father's old bed. We searched the house but deep down I knew where to find it. Tone opened the heavy wooden door to see how lying naked in the courtyard of the entrance. A large stake pierced his chest, was shrunken and dry skin had become even clearer. A vapor frozen out of his body exposed to bright sun. No doubt he was dead. Paula, as a good daughter, took care to bury it along with a Sauce of those crowning the hills of Transylvania. Then he called his lawyer to make the proceedings of the estate. The first thing I do is change the old heavy door of the castle, then would come the turn of the horrible living room carpet. He thought of the life he deserved, he smiled and his teeth came to light.