Of the shadows remains

I am the last of my species. The vampire one that humans fear and churches hunt. A bloodsucking beast that only comes out at night.

Except why would I actively do something to get me hunted. There are billions of humans they'd overwhelm me easily even on one country there could be millions that would be a terrifying fight yah know. Most of the time it's not that I can't go out at day it's that I'm easily sunburnt but so long as it's not summer it would be fine. Blood of people I don't need that it's the most delicious but that's a sure-fire way you get myself attacked. I can eat human food but I would need ten times the amount they eat if it lacks blood. Though I can do things like control shadows or turn into a bit or swarm of bats why would I. Humans have so many convenient things that make it easier to use those.

I go to work get swooned over by the lovely ladies and head home. In some human lifetimes I run a success business in others i blend in with the crowed. My life is simple and free. Things like witch hunts and the attacking of vampires stopped. That makes sense, witches were never real and I was the only vampire they hadn't killed. Overall my life base been peaceful. Humans can be surprisingly amicable when they don't feel threatened.

There is no reason for humans to hunt me when I don't hurt them. Is what I so foolishly thought. Somehow just being something other than human was worth getting killed for. As I now run through the woods I realized these people don't care whether or not I hurt anyone they just see me as a monster. Yet what of the supposedly "holy"priest chasing me who is shouting

"Kill it, Kill it, I tear apart that damned vampire peel their skin off, snap their bones, crush them to less than dust, mutilate very part of that 诅咒 monster!"

I'm the monster and he wants to do that to me. People's standards have dropped.

I've been running for weeks. Those 混蛋 have been tracking my phone for weeks and my last car was out of gas so I got rid of both. I found the tracking when they went for my phones location rather than mine. They quickly figured out I dropped my phone but they still chased me.

To close to me. They have been to close for a while now I desperately try to escape and yet I'm now stuck. At this point I don't know where I am.

"We've got you cornered you 该死的 vampire!" One of the priest shout at me.

I know for a fact. If they catch me alive I'm in far a fate far worse than death. With the deep chasm behind me this if I just jump I should be fine this height could kill me but I can fly. Deciding this I jump off. I don't expect them to shoot me with a silver cross-bolt apparently doused in holy water from the stench. In itself holy water won't kill me. But it has a similar feeling as setting yourself on fire. And it does melt through my skin. I can't inhale it or I would in-fact die but it only burns/melts what it actually hit.

What that just hit was we're my wing come out. And simple as that, I scream in agony I die from a second cross bolt to my head right before my head burst open in the chasms floor.

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