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The man had died three days ago,
but the vampire within him had just woken. It was dark. He was lying in
a coffin. Some sort of metal, with silk overtop. His family spent a lot
of money on his burial. They'd be the first people he killed. He had
been so worried the night he was attacked, but he was just ignorant. He
had been ignorant his whole life, doing so much work for other people's
benefits. All that time wasted on his vile, burdensome family would be
paid back in blood. He pushed his arms to the coffin lid. It wouldn't
give. Six feet of earth had some weight to it, apparently. Not to
worry; the vampire could feel a new strength in his limbs, the strength
of several men. He’d force the lid open, let his new self
dominate the world above. He lunged at the coffin lid, to the best
leverage a prone body could, and heaved at the lid with all his might.
But the lid didn't budge. Curse it, he had a new life to live on the
surface, lives to destroy! He felt around the edge of the coffin,
trying to pry it open an inch. The edges were welded shut. His family
did this! They would pay for this! Their deaths would be slow, drawn
out over days... if he could figure a way out. |
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