He awoke, he was scared. He was confused.
Where the hell was he?
“Oh God.” he exclaimed
The last thing he remembered was being in the alley with the Vampire Leader, he struck the deal and the leader bit him.
Then he knew where he was, he was in his coffin, he had been buried.
He had been buried alive, or undead, or whatever the hell he was now, he wasn’t quite sure.
He was scared but he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, he felt strong, and powerful, he felt a power he had never felt before.
He punched the lid of the coffin as hard as he could, the hard wood casing cracked. He continued to punch until he broke through, the dirt came crashing through, piling on top of him, he was drowning in dirt. He began to panic, he was completely buried and couldn’t see anything, but he was still conscious. Then he realised, he didn’t need to breath anymore, he began to dig his way up, up through the soil, through the dirt.
Eventually he reached the surface, he looked up at the night sky and began to laugh.
He was immortal.