I feel the dirt hit my face as the townspeople shovel it onto my shallow coffin-less grave. I am unable to move, frozen in place. The townspeople thought putting a stake through my heart would kill me – and it would have, if they had managed to hit my heart. They did like many foolish people do and just shoved the stake into my chest. There is a lot of chest that doesn’t cover the heart and some magnificent bones in the way. Unfortunately for me, one of them had thought to rub the stake down with garlic, which has a paralyzing affect on my kind.
I have to wait for the garlic to be metabolized before I can move again. We vampires have slow digestion, though. I’m going to have to spend days under the dirt they were throwing on me. That’s fine by me. I don’t breathe; I can stay here. They won’t expect it when I do emerge. I will eat their children for my revenge. As soon as I can wiggle my fingers, I will claw my way out. I just have to wait.