Maahes A Vampire story

Chapter 2

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I woke up alone in the darkness,. I couldn't see where I was, but my body was compacted between wet earth. I tried to make a move but then pain and weariness shot through my body, I was awfully sore, barely able to raise an arm.
Am I going to die like this I thought to myself alone and covered in the worms and manure of cattle herders?   I coughed and felt blood spurt up my lips.  I never had hope of returning home, but the last thing I want to do is die in these lands.
Then I heard it, the sound of soft shoveling coming from above me, I realized  that someone was digging me out, I was being saved!
Oh by the Gods please let it be someone with bandages I thought to myself.

As my rescuer dug  a little sliver of light began to shine through the top and I was finally able to see.  Instead of shovel appeared to my surprise  two white gloved hands,  one with a beautiful bright red ring. 

The hands were clawing through the dirt at an amazing speed. I wonder who this is I thought, then I tried to remember the last turn of events before waking up here,.... I remembered beating the Slave Driver I remembered being whipped for my transgressions

against him, then I remember the stranger, the stranger in the odd clothing that watched me intently, I remember hearing his voice in my head telling me that he could save my life if he wanted, I remember him saying that saving my life came at a price.
As I laid in the earth that night, halfway between life and death nothing else mattered to me except survival, regardless of the cost.

Now, when I look back on it there are some days I regret my choice, to take this path of feeding on the blood of others, taking away their freedom of choice to live. 

But was not my freedom snatched from me all those years ago as well?   Humans call us monsters, because of our need to feed on humans.  If I am a monster aren't not the people who enslaved, what  more monstrous act compares to chaining  an innocent youth and shipping in a box across the ocean to pick cotton for the rest of his life?  

I know not if God is real or Jesus, but I do know if my crimes will be weighed in the judgment of my fate then I hope they consider the crimes of those that inspired my actions.
I tried to lift my hands to the soft soil above me and claw at the dirt also, I succeeded in only knocking a few crumbles off the top but as my hand was raised to the top the a light shining through  got bigger and bigger. 

One of the hands shot through the dirt and brushed the touch of my own, it clasped my cold fingers with a vice-like grip.  Then pulled me out of the earth like a gopher through a hole. fresh breeze  brushed my face and suddenly I was hanging in the air looking in the cold smile of a pale skinned handsome with jet black eyes.

"Hello. my friend." He let go of my hand and I dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, too weak to even stand up.  I looked around, I was lying on top of a hill that was clear of trees for about  100 yards before turning into a forest that blurred on the edges.  My vision was failing fast  from the lack of blood, I looked up to my savior, the coldness of his black eyes was fascinating.

"What..... what happened?" I coughed, leaned forward and made an effort to stand up, but I felt my body weaken again I fell back down,

"Why do I hurt so much?"   I moaned
"You died." The stranger replied simply.
My heart dropped skipped a beat on whatever rhythm it had left.
"What.. what did you say?"
"Well not all the way just yet, the Slave Drivers took out his pistol and shot you dead blank in the chest."   
But that can't be.   I placed a hand on my bloody chest, warm liquid spurted from two rock sized-holes. That's why I feel so weak. I thought to myself, I am bleeding to death.
"Luckily because of me the shot was not fatal."  He continued, "I used my powers to slow  the bullet , only causing trauma and not an immediate death, but the Slave Drivers didn't know well enough to check if your heart was beating.  They simply followed the plantation masters orders to bury you in a ditch somewhere on the edge of the plantation lines."  The stranger walked around me slowly twirling something circular and bright in his hand as he moved.
"I followed them here, waited till they left and dug you up."