The vampire sprang towards Daniel's mouth open, thangs clearly visible for Daniel to see. The vampire wanted Daniel to see them. The vampire wanted Daniel to feel fear. Daniel ducked under the vampire and aimed the wooden stake upwards towards its chest, but the vampire quickly jerked its body out of the way and sprang backwards. When it landed on the ground, it fell backwards onto all fours, prepared to leap towards Daniel. As it came off the ground, Daniel took a step back and brought his leg back. As the vampire came closer towards him, he launched the kick right into the vampire's stomach, not only knocking the wind out of it but also sending it flying into the street. When the vampire landed on the street, the impact was so hard that debris came off the ground. The vampire lay down for a moment, groaning in pain, before sitting up and shaking its head and fully standing up again, ready to fight. Daniel needed a new plan; he was running out of time. If this took much longer, then Jeffers' parents might arrive before the fight ends. This would create a whole host of problems. Daniel needed to make quicker work of this vampire. But the vampire was not thinking of strategy; it was just thinking of its past life as a human, as it always had.
His name was Azlo, and he was born on January 30th, 1950. Anzlo was born extremely tall with a severe facial deformity; his parents, who were rich descendants of the German throne who had fled the country after the end of World War I (just so happened to be cousins), did not want a child who looked like him. So they sent him to a countryside orphanage run by a catholic monastary at the age of 2 months. Because of this, Azlo's very first memory was when he was 6, a young couple had shown up looking for a child to adopt. "Now, while he might look 12, Azlo is just a lot taller and more developed than the other children," the nun declared to the couple. Many couples had shown up in the past, but none had seemed interested in him in the past. This one was different; the husband in the couple kept eyeing him, and not in the usual contemptuous way, but out of curiosity and almost out of joy. The man had given him a look, almost like saying he belonged. Later that day, as Anzlo was writing in his journal alone in his shared room as he usually did, a nun came in, "Anzlo i'm so happy to say that today the couple you had met earlier today have decided to adopt you!" Anzlo usually had a sad frown on his face, which people often confused with being a part of his facial deformity. But for the very first time in his life that day, he smiled. A true smile. A happy smile. For the first time in Anzlo's life, he felt joy and the promise of a future, but these feelings were sorely misplaced. When Anzlo got in the car with his newfound parents, he was so overwhelmed by joy that he asked questions the entire way to their home, but his questions were never answered. When he stopped asking questions, he saw that the person he thought was his new mom was crying. "What's wrong?" he asked her, but just like any other question he had asked during that car ride, there was no answer. Then a screen rose, splitting the car in two essentially, between the front seats and the back seats. Then the back seats that Azlo was in began filling with a strange gas, a strange gas that put Azlo to sleep.
When Azlo awoke, he was behind bars in a basement. Like a strange jail cell. On top of the jail cell, there were strange air conditioner-like devices on the inside of the bars pointing inside towards him. Outside the cage was almost like a laboratory. The room had an operating table with straps, beakers, large glass containers, and a long desk covered in notes. When his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw a mattress on the floor of his cell. It had no blankets nor a pillow. It looked as if it had been used for years before he got to it, and it had holes as if it had been nibbled on by rats. Azlo thought that at some point someone would come down to greet him or let him out or save him, but no one came for 7 days. In those 7 days, he found out that there were rats in his cell. At first, he could fend off the rats, but as his body decayed from starvation and dehydration, he slowly fought back less and less. The rats began to nibble on him as they had done with that dirty, disgusting mattress. By the time he had thought to eat one of the rats, his body had grown too frail and slow to even catch one. When Azlo attempted to eat the mattress, he vomited everywhere and cried himself to sleep. On the 7th day azlo had accepted his fate, that he'd either starve to death or be eaten and digested by rats. To think he was in such mortal turmoil that he had accepted death at the age of 6. But it was almost as if at the very moment that he had accepted the end to his life, that foot steps came. When he looked, Azlo saw his adoptive 'father' standing there with a 8 oz water bottle and a loaf of bread. Azlo crawled to the bars of his cell and held on to them. The man dropped the water and bread onto the ground right outside the cell. Azlo grabbed both the items, but before eating them, a tear streamed down his face, and he said, "Thank you dad." the man then squatted down stared Azlo in his face and grabbed him by the hair and smashed his face into the ground over and over again before saying, "I'm not your dad," he paused, "And your not my son."