I met a vampire.

“How did you become a vampire?” Earnestine asked.

“It's tragic.” Dale retorted.

“It's so disappointing that you can't share the experience.”

“It happened to me about a hundred years ago.” Dale smiled.

“Wow!” Earnestine said. She didn't know why she said that, but living for more than ten decades is amazing.

“I recalled that day. My brother was after me.” Dale began as his thoughts diverted into the very day he became a vampire.

There were no stars in the skies, lightning flashed while Dale looked up to the clouds before getting his gaze back to the path he was threading on. He knew that he couldn't outrun that savage creature, but he had to run, at least to protect his life. Gasping, he leaned on a tree when he didn't hear footsteps scampering into the woods. He stared at his feet before looking up to the skies. Someone sped to him, he seized his neck and began to choke him.

“Do you think you can escape me?” He asked.

“I know I can't, but taking the lives of innocent people is