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flew to the seventy-second floor. Shaun and the others breathed heavily in fear. They waited for them to reach the windows on their level. He saw the silhouettes of several personages drift back and forth outside the window that was adjacent from him.  Shaun hunkered down further with a blanket as he kept a stern eye on the window, waiting for the ungodly intruders to go away. He held a large kitchen knife close to him in case they got in.
    Several of them came up to the window and sniffed ardently against the glass. They coughed harshly.
    “The blinds are still there,” one growled.
    “But they have weakened,” another said. 
    Damien, a male vampire, scratched along a window until he got closer to where Shaun and the others were hiding in the dark. He smelled them through the repellants. Tommy and Mercedes hid underneath the blanket and clung to Betty and quivered. Damien hovered outside the broken window.  Shaun watched him draw closer. His eyes were frightening; his glowing white irises and pin-pointed pupils gleamed through the narrow space of the window between the blinds.
    “I know you’re in there,” Damien whispered loudly.
    He pressed his face against the broken glass. He gnashed his teeth trying to withstand the powerful fumes of the repellants.
    “I smell your blood.”
    He backed away and coughed horribly. The others stayed back watching Damien regain his strength. He flew back at the window, punching through the blinds in frustration which caused his hands to catch fire. He screamed. The others backed away in fear watching him. He smothered the flames under his arm. He hollered out again looking at his burned hand. Shaun and the others began to pant. Shaun’s face perspired. The others didn’t dare look up but stayed hidden under their blankets.
    “Break the window!” shouted another.
    “It burns!” Damien growled.
    “We’ll die,” another one said.
    “It’s worth it for fresh blood,” another said in a creepy, whispery voice. 
     “So much to share.”
    “Feast!” another said.
    “It’s all mine! Go away!” Damien shouted, smothering his hand under his arm.
    Several of them hissed at him.
    “Why is it all yours?” another male hollered.
    Damien flew at him. They fought with each other in mid-air. Damien spun him around and threw the vampire through a window of a neighboring building. The male vampire crashed violently through the glass, tumbling on an office floor.
    Shaun filled with fear; they would barge through the window and overtake them. Damien returned to the window after his brief scuffle. His eyes gleamed angrily through the glass. He gnashed his teeth and let out an evil grin.
    “I will feast on your blood in there!” Damien growled. “You can’t hide forever.”
    Damien and the other vampires flew away. Shaun closed his eyes and exhaled in relief. Everyone slowly pulled their blankets down. They all were breathing heavily.
    “Are they gone?” asked Tommy with tears rolling down his cheeks.
    “For now,” answered Harold.
    “They’ll be back,” said Shaun.
    Tommy and Mercedes sat up with pale, clammy faces, panting.
    “We gotta do something,” said Thai.
    “What? Were trapped here,” said Yuri.
    “We gotta get out of L.A.,” said Shaun.
    “Go where? Vegas?” said Mr. Jones mockingly.
    “I don’t know but somewhere,” replied Shaun.
    “We need to take these blood suckers head on, man!” said Mr. Jones.
    Harold rolled his eyes.
    “As long as we’re here, we’re prisoners,” said Shaun.
    “We have food and stuff here,” said Chris.
    “One day that’s gonna run out, bud. Then what?” said Shaun.
    Chris looked worriedly at Harold and Betty. Harold looked down knowing that Shaun was right. What they had wasn’t meant to last forever. He knew that, one day, before their supply ran out, the vampires would find a way to get into the tower and kill everybody.
    “I know what you’re saying, Shaun, but we need a solid plan,” said Harold.
    Shaun