吸血鬼

哎哟喂000:比起吸血鬼，我觉得那幅画更可怕。。。。。

一点就着:The Vampire I'm a painter and my friend Michael is a writer. Both of us are very poor. One day, Michael says to me. "I don't want to be so poor. I want to be famous and rich. There is an old house near the river. There are no people there and I can write very quietly." Michael goes to the house and I start my picture. "I'll paint Michael." I think. After a week I look at my painting. Oh,my God!It's changing! Michael in the picture looks ill. I have to go and see him. Michael opens the door. He doesn't look well. "How are you?" I ask. "Are you ill? Are you writing your book? " "I'm fine." He says. "But I don't want to talk about my book. Let's have dinner." The dinner is very bad. The meat is very strange. A month later I finish Michael's painting. But now Michael in the picture looks very different. The eyes are closed and the smile is gone. The next evening I go to the house to see Michael. I call his name but there is no answer. And I can see no lights. It's quiet and cold. I'm very afraid. I can't find Michael. He's not in the kitchen or the sitting room. He's not in his bedroom. Now there is only the cellar to look in. "Good God!" I shout. My poor friend is on the ground. He's dead. On the side of his neck there are two points of blood ------marks left by a vampire. I'm a painter and my friend Michael is a writer. Both of us are very poor. One day, Michael says to me. "I don't want to be so poor. I want to be famous and rich. There is an old house near the river. There are no people there and I can write very quietly." Michael goes to the house and I start my picture. "I'll paint Michael." I think. After a week I look at my painting. Oh,my God!It's changing! Michael in the picture looks ill. I have to go and see him. Michael opens the door. He doesn't look well. "How are you?" I ask. "Are you ill? Are you writing your book? " "I'm fine." He says. "But I don't want to talk about my book. Let's have dinner." The dinner is very bad. The meat is very strange. A month later I finish Michael's painting. But now Michael in the picture looks very different. The eyes are closed and the smile is gone. The next evening I go to the house to see Michael. I call his name but there is no answer. And I can see no lights. It's quiet and cold. I'm very afraid. I can't find Michael. He's not in the kitchen or the sitting room. He's not in his bedroom. Now there is only the cellar to look in. "Good God!" I shout. My poor friend is on the ground. He's dead. On the side of his neck there are two points of blood ------marks left by a vampire.