The shady man I had seen stalking my town each night was now in front of me.

His dark hair glinted in the moonlight, and his heavy cloak covered his agile body.

I stared into the black abyss of his stony eyes, and as I did, he chuckled, showing me his dagger like teeth.

As he had me in some sort of unknown trance, I could barley feel as his fangs punctured my neck, leaving two small wounds dripping with blood.

Barely knowing what I was doing, I reached around my neck and pulled out my crucifix, tearing the string from which it dangled on, and limply held it out.

The creature shrieked with terror, as its instincts told him to run.

He bolted out of the town streets, and I dropped to the cobblestone floor in sheer exhaustion.