I sing in a forgotten tongue. This time, the magic in my voice is almost tangible. The earth starts to move and roots rise out of the ground. They wrap themselves around the vampire's legs, arms and torso, firmly securing him.
"Vampire! I can't hold you for long. So you leave me with two choices. One, I allow you to take the dead with you and feast upon their blood, and you leave back to your lair, or Two, I order the roots to tighten, ripping you limb from limb. The choice is yours."