by Shara Thepsenavong

Created on: July 25, 2008

The moon glistened above the clouds as the lights went out and the last man went to their places. A young, dark girl crawled up from under house. The dogs were sleeping in their houses as she sneaked past. She put some sleeping powder in the dogs' food when no one looked. They were sleeping like babies and will stay that way for a whole day. Pushing the dirt aside from her hole, she slipped through from the pile of wood and made sure no other servants were out for the outhouse or something. They'd squeal on her for a reward. What a rotten house. She ran swiftly toward trees at the edge of the nursery. As she recalled, at the edge of those trees was a path the merchant's took. If she timed right, she could slip in the caravan, hide with fabrics, and make it out of the master's land before the head servant noticed she was missing for morning chores. She had the luck to start the breakfast, but the merchant would have left by then and she could escape to the forest. Dawn was breaking, she leaned against a tree and panted. She had some time. Searching for a hiding place, she pushed herself between two bushes and slept, unaware fate had other plans for her.

While the young girl slept in anticipation, the caravan that would take her to freedom was just getting through the forest, early on schedule. They stopped for a break, the men chatted with each other as the the wives and children stayed in a group near the caravan. The children all laughed and ran about near the fire as the wives sang to their tune. It seemed nice, that is, until one of the men cried out and was cut short. The woman screamed and ran for their children. The men tried to stand brave, but ran too. There, in a grove under the moonlight, was a man. But as the men quickly saw, the 'man' had another man's throat in his mouth. Black goo oozed from the his mouth and the monster walked crooked and slow, but deadly. He was ravenous, a newbie, and the old ones remembered their legends. This type of monster was a vampire, a weak one with the obsession of blood. A disgrace to other vampires, but a fear even worse for humans. The horses ran wild, dragging the caravan with them and all the people scrambled. The vampire just smiled, sickly.

He growled and went on all fours, chasing at his prey. Screams filled the air and cries went unheard. Before the night was over, the whole caravan was devoured. The vampire was mad and hungry still, so it went to the caravan and hid there. Waiting for his next prey. The horses

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