When he went to sleep for the night, he remembered a memory from far back in his childhood. He remembered that he snuck away in the middle of the night and went deep into the woods; he was not allowed to go there, his mother told him, never knowing why. He wanted to know what was so bad about the forest.

He stepped on sticks and stones. He was lost. He had no idea where to go. He was all alone in the woods, deep into the night, in the dark, with who knows what lurking in the bushes.

A sound was heard from behind him, and he snapped his head back only to see no one was there. He was horrified when he looked in front of him; there was a nightmare creature with sharp fangs and blood on its clothes.

He screamed and scrambled backwards.

The man laughed and mocked his screaming. His other friends were in the background they walked away with laughter and seem to not care that he was nearly given a heart attack.

Soon they disappeared. And bats lay in the sky deep into the distance 

The boy was confused and unsure what just happened but thankfully he was still alive.

He stumbled across the forest floor some more he saw a few whispy glows that seem to be ghosts but he could never get close enough to see them. He spotted the cottage and it has smoke from the chimney shoot.

He thought he could get some help from whoever lived there. Once he knocked on the door no one answered but the door creaked open.

He soon realised that it was empty but there was only a crow that snickered

The crow yelled, hey look want some cherry juice?

The boy was confused but he seemed to take it and started tasting it the crow went on his shoulder and told him that the sun coming up and to go home He also pointed north.

The realized when he looked closer he saw his home finally no longer lost he was home sweet home. 

He finished his drink and ran off to go home for his parent to be worried sick and happy to find him. 

When the man woke up from his slobber it was not cherry juice it was a potion or maybe blood from a witch's hut and that's maybe how he become a vampire.

He was in a cold sweat he was a vampire for sure he had to be sure 

Witts point of view 

from 

Being bitten but as a repeat dream

It was dark out really dark out when his mom asked to pick up some milk

He refused at 1st because he's afraid of the dark.

But not having cereal for him and his sister convinced him to go anyway.

He plugged his headphones in to be less scared of the looming darkness before him.

 he was not ready to be out at midnight.

Chills went up his spine, He felt sick he was unsure. 

But at last he got to the convenience store The Door jiggled and ringed.

He wanted to go home he wanted to be safe He grabbed and bought tthe milk. 

He did it as fast as he can he was surprised the store was still open he wanted to go home so bad. 

The darkness outside was horribly right out a horror movie 

He also wanted to get home fast so he found a short cut.

He really hopes he won't get cornered in the alleyway were most people get jumped. 

The was a guy on the roof just like in most horror movies, Wait a minute hold up witt thought 

He looked behind him, noticing a rolling tin can.

He asked who was there.

No one answered.

Show yourself, I'm not scared of some stupid monster.

he yelled 

No one answered after a few moments.

He must be imaging things.

He put his headphones back in.

The music pounded in his ear again, only for them to be yanked off.

He yelped and spilled his

Groceries

He made a muffled yelp.

He was scared.

He wanted to scream.

But at the same time, the guy in front of him was shaking as if he were scared.

Wiitt wondered if this guy was just a chicken and wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he can catch him off guard.

Just kill me already.

The man's eyes shot open red, and you could see his fangs and pale skin in the moonlight.

Witt gulped

He scrambled to get away until he was free.

for a brief moment

He takes back his words.

He should have known that was stupid to say.

As he stood in Spot, he felt a small cut on his shoulder.

He felt a sharp pain in his neck.

It felt like he was losing blood. He was scared for his life.

It was a weird feeling; it made his stomach swirl and his face warm up.

Was he enjoying it?

Of course not; why would he?

If he liked it, he would not feel pain, right?

Right?

Not good enough to explain why his face is as red as a cheery

And his heart was pounding.

And pounding

His chest hurt when he started to tremble.

teeth pinched into his neck 

His legs were going to make him fall if the blood loss did not stop soon.

He then stopped fighting.

He closed his eyes to not see the horror in front of him.

He tried to relax, knowing it might be it for him.

In lieu of death, he was laid gently on the stone floor.

He opened his eyes after a few minutes.

The pain was gone, but his heart kept on.

pounding, but not as much as before.

His stomach felt like he had butterflies in it.

he fainted only to wake up hours later 

He wondered why his head was spinning.

He slowly stood up, picked up the splattered milk, and went to get another.

He told the cashier that he tripped and dropped the other one.

He even returned home as if nothing had happened.

He wanted to tell everyone, but would anyone believe he had been bitten by a guy?

Other than his red eyes and fangs deep into his skin, he doesn't get to see the face.

He might have imagined all the facial features too, or the whole thing in general.

He went upstairs and went straight to bed until morning came.

He went to go dress in the bathroom, but before he could, he was stunned at the sight of two dots.