The flames hurt him and his loyal followers were quite dead. Even in his pained and hurting state, Dracula retained his agility, sidestepping Greg's hurling form.
"There will be a reckoning for this, boy," he snarled at Matt. "You have Dracula's word on that."
The flames were rising now, the building a total loss. He flapped his wings, hard, smashing through the ceiling and into the night.
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