𝐊𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐬

Tears fall from your face onto the hard tombstone of your family's grave. The moon shines in the cemetery, making it more eerie. Your hand goes to the silver stake in your pocket as you hear a sound. You turn aiming for his heart, but he catches your wrist, pulling you to him. "My, what a fierce mortal. Surrender to the pain. Let it consume you." He touches your face, seeing the hate in your eyes, and smiles, "You want to beat me? You'll have to become me." His sharp fangs pierce your skin.