“I’m ready.” I said.

He was upon me, his weight felt like a tonne of bricks crushing my chest and yet I felt no pain. I was pinned down before I knew it, staring into those empty eyes that always were mostly a bright purple, flecked with red diamonds.

“Relax, mon cher.” He whispered with his seductive, American-French voice. He always seemed to draw out his speech, but it never lasted any longer than if he’d have said it normally. The sounds echoed in the pitch black night, resonating off the ancient building and through the mist that surrounded us.

I followed his instructions and let myself go limp. He took me in his arms, as if he were going to kiss me. He tore the collar of my shirt open and sank his fangs deep into my jugular vein. Soon I was drifting off into unconsciousness.

Then I felt a warm liquid trickling down my throat. I spluttered and tried to spit it out, but it kept coming. My head began to spin and I saw lights all around me. Flashing splashes of blue, green, red, yellow, purple and white began appearing before my eyes and I started to feel sick. I was suffocating because of the liquid running down my throat. The night air was piercingly cold, but I was boiling inside my body.

I screamed. A sharp pain came over my lungs and stomach.

“Hush.” He told me. “Embrace the pain.”

His voice washed over me like water and I let the pain take me, instead of fighting it. After a few seconds, I felt nothing. Every sense drained from my body. I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up – I assumed it was the next night – and was greeted by unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were old stone and I realised that I was inside. It occurred to me that there was nothing illuminating the…crypt, perhaps, that I stood in and yet I could see everything around me as clear as if the sun were shining directly at whatever I decided to turn my gaze towards.

The door stood, a grand oak thing with cast iron furnishings, in between two great stone pillars. I knew that it would smash quite easily if I kicked it, although I don’t know how I knew this.

In fact, I felt that I knew allot of things that I didn’t know before. I knew, for instance, that the man currently outside that door was called Giacomo, that he was sixty-three years of age and about to retire from his job as night watchman of this cemetery. I also knew I was hungry.

I walk calmly over to the door and stood a few feet away from it. Then, I lashed out and my foot connected with the wood, causing it to splinter.

I pushed the now hanging door open to see a startled man with white hair standing on the outside. I exited the now-what-I-knew-to-be-a crypt and smiled at Giacomo.

“Buongiorno.” I greeted the man, who stood stock still and was staring at me. I must have looked quite a picture. “I expect I look rather odd to you.” I continued after remembering the physical changes that would have occurred. I ran my tongue over my now needle-sharp canines. “In fact, I imagine this whole scenario to be rather odd. A man, freshly buried, rises from his crypt; then smashes the door open to begin conversing with you.”

The man looked as if he were about to have a heart attack.

“Say your goodbyes to this world.” I concluded and then leapt upon him, sinking my teeth into his neck and gulping down the hot blood.