Urgh! Sometimes life really sucks! I hate being grounded, especially when I didn't do anything wrong. I only tried to help the old women…not…no… I'm not going into it again; it will just make me madder.

After pacing around the room a couple of times I sat on my bed desperately searching for something I could do to pass the time until dinner was ready. That's the only time I'm aloud out of my room, dinner and to go to the toilet. I might as well be the family dog the way I'm being treated.

I let my eyes wonder across the room, clothes were sprawled across the floor along with other items such as my games and empty food wrappers. The room was a pigsty but it was my pigsty and no matter how much me mam nagged it was going to stay a pigsty!

My eyes hovered over to the corner of the room where a bunch of my old magazines were piled up high, all of them with a similar theme…Vampires!

They used to fascinate me with their stories of helpless victims being captivated by the creatures of the night. And just when the victims had a glimmer hope of survival the Vampire would attack, fangs first and the innocent blood would be spilt.

Now, however, they gave be no satisfaction. At that point in my life I used to be so sure they were real but now things had changed. I had changed and I just couldn't be bothered with them, everything in there just made no sense to me. My life had changed last Saturday night, and I became this new Robin that everyone seems to love but for me this change had somehow affected me badly. I wasn't happy anymore.

I walked over to the window. Outside everything seemed so quiet and dark, the sky above lay still.

There was not a single soul in sight.

I went back to my bed, I felt like I was in prison. My eyes kept fixing themselves to the magazines as if they were drawing me in, asking me to read them so they can enlighten me once again. I suppose I could just read one just to pass the time. I stood up traipsed on over to them and picked up the first one on the pile, 'Beyond Life and Death'.

'BAM' something had hit the floor, I looked at my door hoping no one had heard that and decided to investigate, the last thing I wanted was for them to come up with another excuse to keep me grounded. After waiting a few seconds then deciding I was in the clear, I looked down to see what I had dropped.

It was a small black leathered diary. I picked it up and studied it. On the front were what I gathered to be my initials. Strange, I don't remember writing a diary. I'm more of an arty person not a creative writer type person. Curiosity was bound to get the better of me so I opened the diary to a random page where I found a slightly strange extract;

'Wednesday 25th June,

The Grand High Vampire has died. Boris was to blame, which no one saw coming! Mind you, I knew there was something offish about him. Ceremony for new Grand High Vampire will be tomorrow. Vlad's worried about his name being called out. There's no way it's him, I have a better chance than him. Gotta get out of the fruit and veg thing tomorrow if I have any chance of going up to the castle to get my daily portion of weirdness. Hopefully the ceremony won't start too early or too late. I can't wait!'

I must have re-read it a million times each time wondering what it meant. It was defiantly my handwriting yet I had no recollection of writing it. So many questions filled my head.

What's a Grand High Vampire?

Who's Vlad?

Ceremony of what?

The only way I was going to get answers was to carry on reading.