I ran.
I ran as fast as my heart could take. And as I ran, I knew it was not enough.
This being, this creature of the night, this monster, would get away, would survive, and there was not a thing I could do to stop it.
I pushed my legs harder, running faster than I'd ever run before. It was still not enough, and I knew that. Still, I chased the beast, running harder and faster than I had thought possible.
Without warning, the creature turned. Before I could decipher his motives, he jumped on me. His teeth sliced through my neck before I hit the ground. Though I knew what was happening, I felt no pain. I felt hardly anything, and my mind drifted. I thought of heaven, and how glorious it would be when I joined the angels. My eyes closed as my mind drifted further.
A small, coherent part of my mind told me that the predator had stopped. I slowly forced my eyes open, just hardly in time to see the monster run out of sight, with a victim in his arms and a crowd following close behind.
My mind slowly revived, and I remembered what would happen to me, to my life. My father would have me burned at the stake. I did not wish to die. However much it had comforted me minutes ago, it now seemed a horrible thing, to die so young.
I touched my neck, and noticed another reason why I had felt so little pain earlier. The holes, caused by the venomous fangs of my predator, were very small. There was still blood escaping from my wound, but I knew that in time it would stop.
I slowly, painfully, crawled away from the scene. As I did so, I noticed two dead bodies in the street. The monster had killed two men and made off with a third. Not to mention leaving me dying in the street. But I was alive, and that was more that I could have asked for, more than I had dared to hope. I crawled slowly, for, though I had not any broken bones, my heart was weak, struggling to maintain a consistent beating.
I made it only to the side of the road. I stopped, and, while resting, tried to remember where I was.
All I could remember was potatoes. I struggled to think, and I only saw potatoes. Rotting potatoes. I thought harder, and comprehension came. Nearby there was a cellar, a place filled with the rotting potatoes which now filled my mind. I realized I could hide myself, bury myself in the rotting roots.
I knew not what would happen to me or what I would do should I emerge from the cellar, but these thoughts hadn't entered my mind. The thought that dominated my confused mind was this: stay alive.
I forced myself up and began crawling to the pit of potatoes.
Just when I reached the edge of the pit, and my arm twisted painfully. I looked at my arm. It was bruised, bloody, and painful to look at.
Disgust flowed through me. I only then realized the enormity of what just happened. I had been bitten by a creature of the night. A beast. A monster. A killer. A demon. A sinner.
A vampire.
I tumbled into the cellar as venomous fire burst through my chest.