I drew my sword and smashed in his head….but not before he bit me.
The moment the city guard saw the bite mark, they all turned a sickly pale color.
"You best be getting yourself to the temple," one said.
"Why? Am I going to get sick? Am I going to look like one of those monsters?" I asked, my voice climbing with each word.
"There's a chance you might," one of them said, "but if you hurry, the priests in the temple might be able to fend it off. Hurry now! Run!"
I turned and dashed for the temple, mowing over any unfortunate soul standing between me and that building. The lone priest on duty looked up as I ran in and paled at the sight of the bite.
"Hurry," he said, leading me to the shrine, "Lay your hands on the shrine and pray, my child. I will be back in a moment with something to clean the wound."
Though I had never been religious before, I prayed like I really meant it tonight. There was no way I would want to become a vampire.
A moment after I began to pray, the shrine began to glow and a bright, warm light encompassed me, invading every pore of my skin. A feeling of total peace washed over me and I knew everything would be okay.
The priest came back as promised and cleaned the wound before slathering a good deal of sticky medicine on my hand.
"Stay here as long as you want, my child," he said, "Donations are taken at the door."
I stayed for another half hour before rising and heading home, dropping 10 septums in the donation bucket as I left the temple. Even then, the sight of those red eyes haunted my dreams and made me toss and turn all night.
I really hope that priest was right and that I'm not going to turn into a vampire. My mother would kill me!
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