I hadn't exactly expected to be moving again so soon. We had just come to the Cirque du Freak campgrounds. We had stayed for a week, and already was ready to go. Asking questions would be useless. When he was ready to go, he was ready to go. So, we headed out to the next town.
To our surprise, as we neared the chruch, a sign came into view. "BATHORY HIGH SCHOOL" it read. I wondered if perhaps it was an abandoned high school. I hoped so. It looked roomy, and desolated. However, if it was still in use, we would have to work toward a new town before sunlight. Not that it mattered to me, but wouldn't be looking too good if we kept on in the sunlight. Walking in, we saw lockers, and dark classrooms. There were some stairs, leadin gup to what seemed like an abandoned belfry. I went inside, while jumped down, to make sure that if we stayed there, no one could see us. It had zero visibilty from where we would be.
It seemed like no one came around, maybe once every 10 years or so to put some sort of crate in the empty space. I doubted anyone would come in and discover us. We set up. Finally, I asked what the sudden transition from Cirque to town was about. He sighed, and then responded.
"An evil vampire has been discovered in the town of Bathory. He has been killing innocent humans. He is not a vampaneze, though. We assume he is a rogue vampire. Vancha came last night from Vampire Mountain to alert me. You had just gone to bed."
"Oh, okay, but don't tell me he's like Murlough, is he? If he is, I might just drink some cat's blood, and end it myself." He stayed firm, but I could tell he was supressing a smile.
"Let us search for any signs of vampiric activity. Churches like this are our favourite spots."
We scattered, surveying the ground. There didn't seem to be anything. All I saw was dust, cobwebs, bits of paper, and - I stopped. Laying on the floor in front of me was a plastic bag. Empty, but it reeked of human blood. I picked it up, examining it. Expecting to see nail marks, I wrinkled my eyebrows. There were two puncture holes. Like..fangs. Vampires don't have fangs, though, so what had drained the bag? Was it a psychotic human, instead of a mad vampire? I examined it for a few more minutes before I froze. Someone walked in. A skinny male wearing what looked like a hoody.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"