I always hated the walk home from school, especially in winter. It is always dismal, bleak and usually it rains, just at that time of day, just to spite me. The walk is a long one, maybe even a few miles but the school bus does not pick up from my end of town. The streets are littered with rubbish and bin bags that the dustbin men have dropped but not bothered to pick up. The shops scream of cheapness, a few bars and Chinese takeaways are all that are left of a high street.

"Mom, I'm home" I called out into the darkness of the living room; we couldn't pay the electricity bill this month so the house is dark and freezing. I couldn't stop shivering as a closed the door and put down by bag. "Mom??" There is still no answer, which is quite unusual; she always likes to hear about my day. I stumble upstairs, once again hitting my head on the wooden beam that hangs too low. I should remember but I always forget about it. My head exploded in pain, I closed my eyes to steady myself and carried on up the stairs. There was a light coming from underneath the bathroom door, candle light, I frowned slightly that was extravagant, we were running out of candles. "Mom" I said again, rapping gently on the door. There was no resistance and the door swung open. Revealing my Mom in the bath. She was covered in blood and there were bite marks at her throat, she was stone cold. The window from the bathroom was open and the curtain was fluttering through it, there were bloody fingerprints on it, someone, the murderer had touched them. But the thing is, it can't have been some ordinary murder, there were bite marks at her throat. Do you understand how weird that is? To me bite marks at the throat scream vampire.

A high-pitched laugh came out from behind the desk, it was too much of a tinkle to be real, I blushed furiously, I can't help it, blonde hair, fair skin, I blush (terribly and embarrassingly). "Dear me, you can't honestly believe in vampires?" I knew what would happen if I said I did, so I shook my head dumbly.

"I see now that I was mistaken, I was in shock, what I said was ridiculous and wasted the policeman's time." I had been over this speech time and time again in my head. I had all my bases covered. Shock would mean that long term psychological damage would most likely be ruled out, acceptance shows that I am moving on and most of all I was being considerate of the police's time. Perfect victim, accepting and compliant. I kept a straight face, I was well aware that I was under scrutiny.

"Well that's fine then dear, if you just fill out the rest of these forms then your free to go." That women drove me crazy, she was so smug, but I filled in the forms and left the building. I knew what I had to do. My home was crime scene and I knew that vampires existed, what else could I do?