I was created in a time long past where creatures like myself were widely heard of, but not so easily found.
It was a time of easy and senseless killing of humans, in a time where pestilence and disease was easily blamed for unaccounted and mysterious deaths.
We were reenacted in stories to frighten little children when they were not well behaved, and talked of in secrecy by those who thought they could easily rid us from the world.
Oh, and did they not try?
We were hunted by day, to be killed with the body of Christ, the holy water, the stake through he heart, and never to forget the god fearing cross of which Christ had been crucified on.
We were not that easily killed, would not be a fitting word, as how can you kill what was supposedly already dead?
Although the items in which those "who thought to kill us", was in a way, harmful to us, they could not really do much in the way of kill us.
Oh, the stake through the heart, although hurts like
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