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The mirror shattered at a collision of the silver bullet with the sullied glass. The countless pieces traveled through the cold air and dug into his flesh, the blood slid down in streams on his sickly pale skin, blooming crimson for a brief moment before turning abyssal black at the contact with the cold air.
He lay onto the muddied surface of a peaceful forest.
The church had come for him.
His train of thought was derailed by a stinging pain in his chest. A wooden dagger with a silver handle decorated with an iridescent red ruby shaped as an apple was buried in his sternum. A festering snake graved into the shining silver was curled along the handle. Breath caught in his lungs.
A stake was driven into the hollow cavity where his heart should have been.
He wrighted under the unbearable heat emitted from the scarlet gemstone. His efforts were pointless. He felt his consciousness slipping away at a punishingly slow pace. His eyes flickered to the mirror shard which landed beside him.
A reflection.
Not his.
But a reflection, nonetheless.
It was hideous. Ugly with pieces of his face missing from the rotting
wounds. He stared at the shard. Only one eye stared back. The other one was festering with bees and wasps replacing his eye with saccharin honeycomb. Suddenly an itch formed where he was just staring so intensely at.
Realization dawned upon him. He feverishly clawed at his eye. He tried to calm down, but when he tried to look at the moon, a shadow was cast upon him in the shape of his nemesis, the priest, creeping towards him.
A golden rosary dangled above his head, shining viscously in the mesmerizing light of the now cold moon, who had abandoned her child. With the words the priest spoke next, a horrid premonition washed over him.
"Begone, return to thy rightful state!"
His consciousness faded into nothingness as his eyelids grew heavy and fell closed.
Sharp fangs revealed themself as the vampire's jaw went slack.