The Medieval Murderer

Chapter 2~

The sun began to rise and Ernest approached the shack. The crows cawed and the wind whistled making the autumn leaves brush against the floor. Soon, he could hear the natter and chatter from nearby villages. The shack Ernest was staying in was quite old and almost put of aside from the rest of the village like an outcast. Ernest took a deep breath in and looked around him to see nothing but forest, although, out of the corner of his eye he could see a slight glimpse of the village nearby. The shack was made out of solid oak wood and had cracks among the walls.

"I need to move, the villagers are getting suspicious." Ernest said tiredly.

He slumbered over to the door and opened it making a loud creak. Ernest froze. It was silent. Only just, out of the corner of his eye, Ernest could see a man crouched behind a large rose bush just to the right of the house. He could hear the mans heart beating and new that if he so much as moved a muscle, Ernest would be caught out. So he entered the shack and closed the door before lighting a little candle on the desk in his room. He could see the man clenching a wooden steak and he was sweating and quivering due to fear. What the man didn't know was that there is a secret door at the back of the shack that Ernest was waiting at right this very moment. The man looked through the window and started to worry as he couldn't see Ernest anymore. He creeped out of the back door trying not to make a noise but it did and the man stood up and shouted,

"Who's there!?"

Ernest slowly and silently moved closer and closer to him until he was stood right behind him.

"Boo." Ernest said mockingly.

"AHHHHHHH!" The man screamed before dropping the steak and running as fast as he could.

"I guess ill give him a 5 second chance, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Ready or not here I come!" Ernest said excitedly.

He chased him down easily before cornering him against a large brick wall that the village used as a barrier.

"P...p...please! Don't hurt me!" He said closing his eyes yet peeking slightly.

"Maybe next time you will think before you sneak up on a VAMPIRE!" Said Ernest.

Ernest gripped the mans arm and pulled him close. The man screamed in terror making the birds fly from the tree tops and an echo so blood curdling it could make a little kid cry. Ernest sunk his fangs deeper and deeper into the mans neck getting blood all over his face. The man tried to pull away but the strength was too much for his weak body to handle. The color drained from his face and blood stains appeared on his shirt. Ernest's eyes lit up with joy and he stronger than ever. Left over blood puddled on the ground surrounding the men before Ernest dropped the man making it splatter all over him. 

"Every time." Ernest said before laughing manically.

He dragged the body through the forest, leaving a trail of blood as he did. He felt amazing, not like his gloomy and glum self. He almost felt as though he wanted to go and drain every last body in that village, but he then realized that it would be a very bad idea and he may not be able to stop.