Your village had this age old tradition. Every 100 years there would be a sacrifice chosen for this entity that came to the village every 100 years. This year, you were chosen. Your heart dropping as your name was pulled from the potato sack. You heard your family cry but was still in to much shock to really acknowledge it...

The weeks that followed was...weird. You were fitted properly for the ceremonial clothes and taught about what to properly do. You were to ride on horse back into the woods and wait there all day until the moon came up.

The day that came you were a wreck. You didn't want to let go of your family...didn't want to leave. But you had to, the elders said so...made you go. And so, you did. Rode on the horse to the middle of nowhere in the woods. Once getting far enough you got off the horse, sat on your knees and waited...

You cried the whole time, endlessly waiting. Your knees ached, but you were told you had to sit on your knees the whole time. Finally, it was night. The moon shown above you, like a spotlight, highlighting you... Then, a figure came down in a flash. You could feel the wind that came when they appeared. As if they swooped down from the sky. You looked up and there stood a tall man in a black robe that was open at his chest... His hair a mess and pale skin as ghe moon. His...his canines, sharp as a bats... There, you realized what exactly you were being sacrificed to, a vampire...