As a kid he was odd, a collector of scraps and small animal bones a snivelling creature of the night, he'd scurry about and hang around people's homes,
the wind would caress his hair as the dawning sun shone on his tatty corduroy trousers and shirt, like any other normal boy, he'd catch freaky insects and make gross pies out of wet dirt
but that beaming toothless smile suppressed a sadness so intense it twisted itself into pain; from slimy cocoons latched onto his stomach flew out wicker-work butterflies of fear and disdain
for, every night he would lie awake, shivering in cold sweat paralysed in terror, too scared to scream as the thing of nightmares drawled beneath his bed
with a CRUNCH and a sickening SNAP, it would feast upon his collection of dry animal bones then slink off into the darkness to raid all the other neighbouring homes
alas it was only a matter of time 'til his parents stumbled across the source of his dread - the apothecary of horror descending upon their helpless souls draining their bodies dry and leaving them for dead
turning to face the boy for the first time blood dribbling down its lumpy chin it's eyes burning, luminescent and yellow, as maggots and ticks burrowed in its skin
"Why do you not turn away child, succumb to your fear and face thee?" The Vampyre rasped, it's voice high with amusement "Who could dare stare into my eyes and not scream?"
and the boy's answer was simple so simple it took the creature by complete surprise; "Why should I fear you, when I don't fear death itself?" And with this the boy gestured towards the first light of sunrise,
and as the Vampyre swooped in to take his last breath he smiled, embraced the decrepit creature welcoming the chilling kiss of Death.