The tale of a Vampire

...fyi...I hate this poem...and it doesn't seem like a poem to me too...this is stupid...I'm just bored...I do have another poem about vampires...and I'm working on it...It should be better than this one...lol...whatever it is...just want to know what you think about it...

In this world alone, there's about hundreds of vampires or maybe more,
Some can be seen, some can never be spotted or can only be seen with magic,
Now let me tell you the tale of a male vampire named Seah who existed in the 19th century,
He is one of its kinds, not an ordinary vampire, but a half human vampire.

He does not sleep in the coffin, and he is not afraid of the sunlight,
He does not need sharp fangs to kill his victim, but he does have it,
He is born a vampire, cursed to be one forever, there is no escape for him,
Neither an escape for his prey, not now, not later, not forever, he is immortal.

As you know, every vampire feeds on blood, he is likewise too,
One day he met a girl, so gentle and polite, he was about to suck her blood,
When the girl pray silently to God, and he was push away by a powerful force,
The girl transforms into a witch, wearing black robes and is holding a wooden stack.

He knows immediately that she wants to kill him, as he flew quickly up into the sky,
Looking down at the girl, or shall I say an old woman who tries to take his life,
But unknown to him, the witch put a charm in his pocket, that is able to track him down,
He reaches his house and felt so relief, for escaping the woman, or he will be dead by now.

But his smile soon faded away as soon as he enter his house, for the witch is waiting for him,
The witch took the wooden stake and stab him in his chest, that cause him to bleed,
But the weird thing is he did not die, when vampires are suppose to melt into blood when is stab,
He just lie there lifeless, and the witch thought he is dead, and so she bury him in a place no one knows.

But as I say..the vampire is not dead..so what happens next..why don't you tell me..