[…] There were a lot of vampires – everywhere – and I had to try and kill them. I remember being inside what looked like a castle courtyard – the walls of which were made from brilliant yellow stones. Positioned […] along the walls, like sentry, were rows of vampire archers – all, or most, of whom were female.
With me in the courtyard were [female] vampire slayers dressed in red and wielding axes of sparkling crimson – axes whose blades were large and whose handles were long – executioners’ axes. They twirled these shimmering red axes […] with great skill as they prepared for the battle. But […] [they were] greatly outnumbered as vampires in long, black leather coats leapt from the walls in countless numbers and attacked the slayers.
I, too, held an axe, but it was small – just fit for the hand – and it had no bright hue, just a wooden handle and a sharpened metal head. Nor did I wear an outfit with a spectacular scarlet tone – just brown pants, boots, and a white shirt.
Overhead, the vampire archers began shooting their arrows down upon us in great torrents. That was when I ran from the courtyard, sprinting down a passageway graced […] with a series of yellow-stone arches. But between these arches, lined above against the wall, were more vampires shooting their arrows at me. I kept running and they did not strike me.
This […] took place in broad daylight – the sunshine filling every corner. The next thing I remember was completely the opposite – a scene filled with darkness and light like that which comes from dim candles. I was sitting at a table richly set with tablecloth, elegant platters, [an] array of decorative flowering, and wine poured into jewel-studded goblets. I was at this table with three vampires and I, too, was a vampire. The three were discussing what meal they would like to have next and it seemed […] they were going to decide on bringing a human in. I disliked the idea but kept quiet, reaching over for my goblet to take a drink when I realized that it was filled not with wine, but with blood.
[…] I found myself walking with these three vampires inside a church – behind […] the pews. The lights were all off and I lagged a few steps behind two of the vampires while the third – the leader – walked a bit behind me, but almost next to me. He seemed to sense my dislike for being a vampire and he said prideful things, trying to make me see how great it was to be a vampire.
Then I felt my face wrinkle into a terribly frightening scowl, the folds of which twisted across my features as fangs jutted from my mouth. It made my face feel heavy and uncomfortable. My neck also began to feel somewhat strange, as if something was choking it. I raised my hand to touch my throat and realized that there was blood all over it – oozing […] onto my tight shirt collar. Gasping for air, I frantically grabbed at the collar and tried to pull it away.