Ben was right behind him, as he jumped he shot out weblines from both his wrists to a tree outside. Yanking the lines, it shot him, with the Ben in front of him being in tow, out of the window and flying across the lawn to crash land a good distance away from the crumbling flaming house.
Ben watched as slowly the creaking made way into crashing sounds, which grew louder and louder until the whole house came down in a flaming heap, vampire and all.
"...Wow. That was close."
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