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Seraph had been stripped of all of his possessions and was dragged naked through the streets of Lomedor. His arms were tied together by ropes that had an awful itch, and he was tied to horse, whose master had died at the vampire’s fangs, jerked him around relentlessly and so the horse took its revenge. The horse jerked him so hard so that he fell face first into the hard stone road. As blood trickled down his face his nose it began to itch. As he got back to his feet he quickly bent his head low to his armpits to check for odor or perspiration, and although he was sure he was about to die he hoped everyone who had come to see his end had not noticed this. “Achoo!” He sneezed releasing a large wad of gunk from his nostrils.

As the dust and rocks began to cover him, he began to itch all over. It was an itch that could not be satisfied. He wished he had time to rub his body against something rigged to itch the itch, but the horse did not pause long enough for him to attend to his itch.

Even through everything he had done, he never imagined that he would find himself in this situation. Every time he had a chance to catch his breath, he would feel a tomato or cabbage pelt his head. I am alone in this world? Has everyone forsaken me? Everyone is out to destroy me. He thought to himself as he approached the town square.

Seraph thought it odd how this town was to become his hole. He had been born, raised, and had lived here his entire life, and as the sun would rise in the morning, his dust would scatter through out it. He would have no proper burial. The town would be his grave. The town would be his hole.

Seraph could not help but remember his bizarre dream from the previous day. He had fallen asleep like all vampires when the sun is up, and he had been visited by an odd assortment of visions that made him think if he had drank the blood of a crazy person.

He had been met in his dream by an odd bloke named Tim the Enchanter who reminded him of an old friend named Jane who he had had when he was once living. Both of these people were long blonde hair, high pitched voices and sparkling green eyes, although, it was a little more awkward seeing a man with such characteristics.

After a few minutes of making small talk with Tim, Seraph had begun to cry into his hands as he voiced his regrets. He confessed of all of his sins that had been bothering him over the past few months. He cried, “I just could not help myself. My thirst is like a bad itch. It is like an itch where you cannot reach it yourself. You truly need a friend to appease this itch.

The vampire wept into his hands for what seemed like hours, until the enchanter could take no more. “Will you shut up! I have never seen such an effusive man. I swear the even the little green aliens that inhabit far off planets like Earth have heard your embarrassing crying.” Seraph was not sure what Tim meant by aliens or Earth, but he listened intently to him.

“If you seek forgiveness there are three things that you must do. First you must find the holy carrot that has the power to soften men’s hearts. Second, you must take it to each of the families of your victims and ask of their forgiveness. Lastly you must all eat of the carrot so that there will be no tensions between y’all. Do these things and you will be free of all guilt.

“It seems like an odd task, Tim, but if it will give me the peace I seek, I will get the carrot, seek forgiveness, and eat of the carrot. Thank you my friend,” Seraph replied reaching his hand over to shake the odd enchanter’s hand, but when they touched each other Seraph awoke with and odd itch to do as he had been told.

Seraph wished he had the holy carrot with him now, so that he could gain the forgiveness of the townspeople, but he also wondered if the carrot even existed. He would not be surprised if the entire dream had been brought on by indigestion. He recalled that his stomach had had bad itch right before bed.

As Seraph began his walk down the final stretch of road, men raced out of a bar and drenched him in cheap colorless wine. The wine tasted just like stale urine that had been mixed with vinegar. Everyone who had gather began to laugh at the undead warrior wet with white wine.

When Seraph and the horse reached the town square he saw the man who was to be the executioner. He was a tall fat man. The vampire thought he looked just like a hippopotamus ready to pulverize the culprit with his massive axe. The man looked at his victim as if he had an itch to take his head off.

A great man in the community stood exalted above the crowd as they prepared to execute their prisoner. “Behold,” he said for all to hear, “it is our great and glorious master. He raises us like cattle and feeds on us whenever he wants. We should be thankful that he allowed so many of us to live because with all of his power he has the right to choose who dies.

“You are like a rabbit,” the man continued pointing at a random man in the crowd, “you have come here to graze and multiply in peace, but your predators have come to ruin your peaceful home.”

"If we were to set this beast free," the man turned his attention back to Seraph and thrust his fist upwards toward him, "Justice would never be served, even if he never did that again."

“Off with his head!” The crowd began to chant as if Seraph were a bad itch that needed to be remove. He could only hope that someone would come to his rescue.

Arenea played her flute, the joyious tune reflecting her happiness. She was glad she had finally reached Lomador, but even more glad to be able to see her friend she hadn't seen in a year or so. She had always loved to travel and the friend she was visiting was someone she met in a city she was passing through. They havn't spoke in ages so Arenea thought she would drop in. As she approached the house her friend, Elizibeth, lived she noticed there was near no one here. Arenea had come in the back way on the edge of the town, but still, where were the farmers and such? Desprite for answers Arenea knocked on Elizibeth's door only to be almost run over by Elizibeth as she ran out of the house. Elizibeth looked at Arenea and instantly recognized her old friend. "Nice to see you again, it's been way to long! Let's catch up later, now we have to get to the town square because I want to see him before he dies!" Elizibeth said excitedly as if she was about to go to some sort of public entertainment. Arenea's questions had been answered but now she had more. She wanted to ask them but before she could get her mouth open Elizibeth grabbed her hand and started running towards the main part of town. The two girls fought their way through the crowd and even though she was well traveled she had never seen a vampire so what Arenea saw was a man being tortured. When she noticed the only thing everyone everyone was doing was looking and throwing stuff at the poor man she was torn between the urges to cry, run and help the man and yell her lungs out. She decided to go with yelling. She ran to the center of the wide circle the people had made around the man and screamed "Stop!" So loud most people were silented. Happy with the near silence she began to yell again "What on Earth is wrong with you people! Have you gone mad!?!"