All of the Vampires awaited me in the thatched house Stalin brought me to.
“I must get this over quick. My sunblock charm has been tapped, and need to refill immediately.” The one-room house was very dark, the members looking more vampire like than ever, with their fangs hanging from their lips.
Stalin announced in a quite grave tone, “We don’t want you to release the wrong kind of ‘essense’ of the voyaging society. If we didn’t trust you, you would still be sleeping in your home.”
Stalin reminding me of my home started pain that no ropes could ever submit.
“Since we trust you, I have decided to make a deal. Either we sacrifice the village, or we sacrifice you. Your choice.” Stalin added the last sentence like I was choosing a between a Popsicle or a scoop of ice cream.
I thought about it. I really wanted to live, but then again, could I ever think a happy moment again knowing I had basically killed a whole village?
“I chose me” I answered, not as brave as I hoped.
“Very well” said Stalin raising his hand. “Membros, prepare suas mãos.” all the vampires raised their bony fingers towards me.
I looked up, trying to pry my eyes from the pain I would soon face.
And then I saw it.
A loose piece of straw strayed from the ceiling. I looked back to the mob in front of me.
In union, they began, “Pó vul-”
I jerked me hand up, then back down with the string in my hand. The thatched roof banged on my head, and I feel on the ground, dazed. Hissing emerged all around me. I stood back up on the straw covered ground.
Where the vampires once stood, was now piles of ash.



The End!