Bloody Tears

“Sorin. Take Alina and hide in the passageway behind the bookcase,” he said; his face looked solemn which immediately told me something was wrong.
“Dragomir? What’s wrong?” I whispered.
He did not reply, he only walked up to me with a sad smile and gave me a small but loving kiss on the lips. As he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear a loud banging came from the front doors of the mansion.
“Open up Dragomir! We know what you are and we’ve come to bring an end to your reign over this town!” An angry voice shouted, muffled slightly by the thick wood of the doors.
My eyes widened and I attempted to stop him from opening the door. “I love you Alina…Sorin now,” Dragomir muttered, a dark look coming across his face.
No matter how much I struggled I could not break free of Sorin’s grasp; I may have been strong, but Sorin was far stronger than I.
When Sorin had successfully dragged me into the secret passageway behind the bookshelf I heard the sounds of doors opening. I began to thrash around wildly in an attempt to save Dragomir. Sorin held my head against his chest and blocked out the sounds of struggle from the main entrance of the mansion.
After what seemed like hours Sorin released me and I opened the book case and ran to where I had last seen Dragomir. A scream pierced the midnight air when I saw the gruesome scene before me. Sobs wracked my body and I fell down to my knees, pulling my beloved’s corpse closer to me.  A wooden stake was poking from his chest; the reason for the blood currently pooled on the floor and seeping through his clothes.
Those foolish humans. A stake through the heart would not kill a vampire, though it was more than enough to kill a human. Those horrible villagers had gotten one thing right; they were indeed in the presence of a vampire. However, the man that lay in my arms was only human; the vampire they were after was me.