Life eternal part 1

Cold, it was the first thing I felt as I opened my eyes. Darkness enveloped me. I knew I was laying down but I didn't know where or why. Trying to sit up my forehead hit something cushioned. "hello?" my throat felt so dry. Pushing against the cushioned object I found it only to be a couple feet wide. It was then that it hit me. My pushes turned to pounding. "let me out! Let me out! I'm not dead I'm not dead!" my body went into panic mode as I continued to try and break the coffin. I felt like I was hyperventilating. How long had I been in here? How much oxygen Did I have left? None of these questions flowing through my mind helped me calm down any. "dear god... I'm not dead... I'm alive. Please... Someone help." it was then that I heard something. At first it was nearly muted by my surroundings. Than after a couple breathless moments it sounded like scraping. "hello?! Is someone there?!" the reply came muffled. Had they been able to hear me? Or did it just sound like muffled cries to them as well. I heard clicking sounds on my left. We're they unhatching the coffin? I was going to be free. Someone had heard me, I wasn't going to die. As the coffin swung open my eyes adjusted to the moon light.
"welcome back Max." Charles held his hand out to me, a smile on his face. Though there was something in his eyes. Like he had never been happier to see me. Reaching out my hand to him, Charles took it firmly and helped me up. My body felt so stiff. Looking down I was surprised to see myself in an actual tux.
"what happened? Why was I in.." I couldn't even finished the question. I was too afraid of the answer. Charles didn't say anything at first, he merely pointed to something behind me. My body froze, I didn't know why I was so scared to turn around. Like whatever was behind me made this real. But I was scared to turn around. Scared of what I might see. Reluctantly I turned around. My eyes scanned the tombstone "here lies Max Andrew Rogers, born July 1991 died... October 2012." now looking at it I just couldn't look away. "I'm dead? How can I be dead? I mean I'm here reading this. So how can I be DEAD?!" I felt Charles' hand on my shoulder. His tone was soft, almost sympathetic.
"you really don't remember Max?" I shook My head, refusing to look away from the piece of granite that marked my death. "it was last week, Paige had just dumped you.. You had a lot to drink. I asked you not to drive. You said you'd be okay." even as his voice echoes through my mind I could picture it all. The depression of her dumping me for some ass hole, the anger, the drinking, the driving and than.. I spun around suddenly and stared at Charles.
"you were in the car with me, how are you alive? How are you okay?" he just smiled and perked up a bit.
"max, I'm a vampire... And now... so are you. So like I said before, welcome back."