“Oh god, oh god” Emily spoke over and over. She slumped against the side of the cemetery gate, using the rail as a crutch. The crucifix lay next to her feet, slightly sunken into the mushy dirt.

“You killed him,” she said flatly.

“He’s a vampire. They are neither dead nor alive. That is the power of their curse.”

From my pack I removed the medical satchel. I continued to hear more of her delirious outburst but did not attend to these ramblings for work was still to be done.

I prepared an empty syringe and stepped over to the helpless form of the vampire.

“You see, Emily, the curse is in the blood.”

I stabbed the needle into Coveton’s throat and drew the plunger, filling the vial with the cloudy syrup.

“Oh God oh God, what are you doing?” Emily screamed out.

At this stage, all of her questions were rhetorical. Still, I felt her worthy of an answer.

“As you get older, you see your own body withering with age, and your loved ones pass on. You see people you once loved leave you. You wish there was something you could do to stop it all, to halt time and keep living forever. For most people, this is simply a dream. For me, it’s becoming reality.”

I sunk the needle into my neck, squeezing the vampire’s blood into my body, forcing with it all of the energy in each drop. A warm sensation spread through my body from the epicenter of the needle’s puncture. Slowly, I stood again, reticent in that moment of turning. There was an instance of intense pain which quickly passed. My lungs accepted no air, my stomach forced out its contents, and my eyes sparked with a new vision of the world around. Everything was bathed in a reddish hue, except for Emily, who looked as perfect as ever. I could tell she was in shock. Poor, simple daughter.  She took a step backward from me and tripped over her own feet.

I laughed.

“Don’t be afraid, Emily. I would never condemn you to my fate.”

The girl proved quite useful that night. In the hours that passed, she became emotionless and passive, as if detached from the world. I realized my newfound supernatural powers must have something to do with it. I gave her several shots of whiskey to calm her breathing.  Even my daughter could not resist the spell of the vampire’s gaze. She gave only minor resistance as I took the vampire’s corpse and threw it into a newly dug plot at the manor’s graveyard.

We exchanged few words that night. Just as the sun peeked over the treetops in the woods behind the manor, I weaved a tale for her, for in the daytime, she would need to report Coveton missing and answer to the mortal investigators that would be sent. She would tell them of Coveton’s surmounting debt from illegal gambling. She would not mention his true nature, for they would not believe in such a fantastic thing as a vampire living among them.

For only I can see vampires for what we truly are.