Bloody awful would be the only way to describe that day and to top it all off my nose was gushing blood like nobody's business.

'Never again. I'm never gonna eat toffees again!'

Unfortunately, my constitution is not equipped to digest the likes of human food so rejects it in the only way it knows how, a damn inconvenient way at that!

My head was bent low over the sink so I didn't bleed all over Hope's lino or bathroom carpet, my blood sticks to everything and is a really deep red colour (almost black) so I didn't want to have to explain why it was all over the floor to Hope. I'd gone through nearly a whole roll of toilet paper already and it showed no signs of slowing. I sighed. This amount of blood loss would mean having to get food again in order to replenish my energy and after the day I'd had, I didn't feel up to it.

'The neighbours have chickens…' I pushed that thought out of my mind quickly, as I can still remember the last time that I decided to eat near the house and I doubted that I'd be so fortunate again.

A small wave of sadness washed over me. I used to like toffees. Me and mum and Toby used to share them, they only cost a penny from the sweet shop down the street although a penny was worth a lot more then.

I was glad that Hope was going out that evening. It meant I was free to go out too. I prepared well for tonight, realizing that I wouldn't have time to wash clothes for tomorrow. I wore the white dress that was already ruined with blood stains. To create the image of someone in bed, I shoved various items of clothing under the covers and used a china doll with hair almost the same colour as mine to be at the top. Hope wouldn't tell the difference in the dark.

It was cold that night. Not the actual air, just the breeze. I wandered down to the alley I had discovered behind mum's old shop in Fleet Street. I knew from the bottles and packets I had seen but not properly registered last time I was there that it must be a familiar point for the homeless. Easy targets for my nocturnal jaunts. I was in luck. There was a man and he was alone.

'Here goes.'

He didn't hear me, I doubt he even knew what happened, my teeth were in his jugular before he even had a chance to catch a sight of his killer. I spat out the first few mouthfuls, they tasted weird, tainted by drugs and alcohol. Easy targets but not ones that provided much sustenance. I slipped round to the front of the shop, planning to head down to the station again, while there was still time to catch the last train. I didn't like going to the same place twice in a row, safe bet not to go back there in the same week, even, but these were desperate times and desperate measures were called for.

I stood watching the flickering stars in the sky, dreamily. That's when everything began to go wrong, I suppose, I let my guard down for a minute and sauntered into the road without paying attention. A car sped round the corner, and in my oblivious mindset I didn't notice it in time to move, nor did the driver notice me, for he was too busy talking on his mobile phone.

'No, don't worry, I'll nip back in, get them now and-JESUS!'

The car hit me, I felt myself crash to the floor. If my skin wasn't so hard I'm sure it would have split on impact but as it was, the only evidence of the hit was the dull thud of me hitting the concrete and the panicked voice of the driver on his phone.

'I-I-I-I just hit somebody! Shit! I'll call you back – oh shit!' He struggled with the car door, fumbling in his nervousness before finally freeing himself and hurrying around the bonnet of the car. To where I lay. I saw him coming and leapt out from under the car to my feet. He stared at me, scared and confused, before recognition dawned on the pair of us at the same time. It was the man from the shop I had waved at earlier.

'It's you…' he breathed 'what are you-' then he saw my dress and the bloodstains, both on the material and dripping down my chin, his eyes widened. My horrified expression matched his. Now I had no choice, and I was so very hungry…

He backed towards his car; he must have noticed something in my change of expression. With a last animalistic screech I threw myself towards him, he clearly hadn't banked on my strength because he put his hands up to protect himself. Easily, and with a crack, I snapped both his arms behind him, dislocating his shoulders. He yelled. I screamed again, matching his hollering with my own. I dug my teeth in to silence him, but missed his neck. I caught his collar bone and felt my teeth scrape the bone. He fell to the ground underneath my weight. I went in for the kill, hitting the artery perfectly. His head jerked, dislodging my teeth from the holes they had made and spraying his blood over my face. I screamed again and twisted his head round further, his neck snapped. He stopped screaming; only twitching a little as I took my fill. Once even that had stopped, I checked the front of the car, my eyes scanning it for my finger prints or anything incriminating. I was lucky, there was nothing. Then I went home, taking the back streets and avoiding the street lights.

So as not to wake Hope, I climbed in through my bedroom window. As I moved to sit down on my bed, I saw my reflection in the mirror, illuminated by the moonlight. My eyes were wild, my clothes covered in another's life, my respect for life gone. Before I knew what I was doing, I flew towards my reflected self and smashed my fist hard into it, I watched the pieces shatter and fall to the floor. Then I collapsed into bed.