Michel stood there. Confused as ever. 'of what is mine' those words ringed in his head. Not paying attention to much around him. He wasnt afraid. The reason he wasnt afraid was because, he didnt know what you were. And also he was just not afraid of most things. "What do you mean what is yours. I didnt break in. I just came to prove to the town's people that there is nothing to fear. They say this graveyard is haunted." He coughed a laugh. He knew that it wasnt. What he didnt know that the graveyard was haunted by a vampire now let lose in the world