EclipseOfAshes

 I hunch over, hands on knees. My stake lays next to me, abandoned. Breaths come out in sharp larboard gasps. The vampire, Alistor Kirkland, sneers from above me. He crouches just out of my reach on a branch. "F-foul move Kirkland" I stutter, glowering at his milky face. "To bad for ye lass" he says, his tone is cruel. Hateful. I guess he has reason to sound like he hates me. I am trying to murderer him. But for some reason, a cruel jester of fate, it strains my heart. He sends me one last heart wrenching sneer at me before disappearing into the dark night sky. Lost for another night. This isn't going to look good on my permanent record. Yo