Sandy sighed as she walked to the east side of the campus her cat, Stew, trailing along behind her, meowing constantly. Sandy picked him up and petted him and scratched his ears. He purred contentedly.
'Being a vampyre sucks, Stew.' Sandy groaned. She stopped in front of the healed oak tree that not many years ago had split in two when the world nearly ended.
'I wish I was there. It would have been fun, saving the world. I guess Mom had fun though,' Sandy sat down on the grass and placed Stew in her lap. She heard a twig snap behind her. Stew hissed and dug his claws into Sandy's legs.
'Ow! Stew! That hurt!' Sandy cried. He jumped off her lap streaked into the night. What a loyal cat, Sandy thought.
'Who's there?' She stood up and challenged the seemingly empty night. No answer.
'Rose, Violet? If that's you, this is so not funny.'
Still no answer.
'Guys? Anybody?' She took one cautious step towards where she heard the sound. Suddenly something black and dirty covered her mouth. She screamed into the cloth that stuck of petrol and smelling salts. Not a good combination. She started to feel woozy and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Soon the wooziness took over and she allowed the blackness to swallow her.