A few video games beeped in the night, waking Do-Wah up. He lay still, listening to see if either 2-T or B.Bop were awake. Breathing normal... no rustling. Do-Wah unfolded his covers and got out of bed, the consoles whirring and clicking, begging the twilight to come and play the games they bore. Do-Wah went to the mains on the wall (luckily, it hung not far from his bed) and shut the games off. He didn't want to take any chances. If B.Bop and 2-T woke up...

Creeping along, his life seemed to flash before his eyes. People in his head were screaming for him not to do it and other voices whispered: bite me... both of these messages from B.Bop and 2-T, the last voices pushing him to go outside and...

"Where do you think you're going?" B.Bop asked, hands folded across his chest. Do-Wah started but then shrugged. He hadn't been in his bed... B.Bop had guessed he'd do something stupid...

"Out." Do-Wah replied. B.Bop narrowed his eyes.

"You don't look too good. Listen, if it's blood you need..." B.Bop began, but Do-Wah shook his head.

"NO!" he screamed and he tried to lunge past B.Bop. He wouldn't hurt his friend... he WOULDN'T! B.Bop sprang forward and then to the side, knocking Do-Wah back sharply. Do-Wah's mouth and eyes shot open in disbelief and shock. Do-Wah was a vampire... he should have better reflexes, he was meant to be faster... But how? I'm a vampire, I...

"Lamia." B.Bop glared down at Do-Wah.

"What?" Do-Wah breathed, standing up. B.Bop relaxed a little after being edgy and tense before. He looked at Do-Wah straight and replied:

"I'm like you..." Do-Wah shook his head. B.Bop? A vampire? What the hell were lamia? As if reading his mind, B.Bop smiled.

"Lamia is a type of vampire. I can have kids, I can grow up, basically the only thing to suggest I am a vampire is this..." he smiled and bore two pearly white fangs, his eyes going silver as he did so, his face turning colder and sharper. Do-Wah stepped back in surprise, not wanting to believe that his innocent friend had become evil... always had been.

"I'm immune to sunlight, not wood, though. I can stop ageing when I want, too..."

"You've actually been doing it? All these years you've bitten people, maybe even killed them... I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THAT B.BOP – I'M NOT A MURDERER! I'M NOT LIKE YOU!"

"He isn't." Do-Wah spun round to see 2-T had been standing behind him, asleep on his feet. B.Bop sighed.

"You mean... you knew? But then why were you so scared of me?"

"Because you'd changed Do-Wah, you seemed to have become evil. I've known B.Bop a long time and I know he isn't evil, but you..." Do-Wah shook his head and began to cry. Outside the sky turned crimson in ripples of light.

"B.Bop? How can you survive without blood?" Do-Wah asked, looking up at him, still crying. B.Bop shook his head.

"I can't. I..." 2-T coughed and Do-Wah spun round. No... he... he bit 2-T? He bit his own friends for blood? 2-T smiled, awkwardly.

"It was my choice Do-Wah. I can't let him die... I..." Do-Wah shut his eyes. No... Do-Wah went over to the window, resting his head on the pane. He stopped crying and turned away from his friends.

"Do-Wah?" B.Bop and 2-T asked, simultaneously. Do-Wah put one hand on top of the other, to disguise the motions of removing his ring. B.Bop's skin prickled, he sensed distress and despair signals in Do-Wah's aura. Either he was going to burst into tears again or he was about to do something very stupid...

"You're right... I'm not me anymore..."

"Do-Wah..." B.Bop warned, just as the sun blinded him in his eyes. It gave him a headache – he wasn't completely tolerant of it. As the golden light poured through the window Do-Wah slumped to the floor. 2-T shut the blinds, hastily and heaved Do-Wah away from the window. B.Bop picked up the ring at his feet.

"Do-Wah..." he started, tears forming in his eyes.

Do-Wah couldn't move. He was severely burned and was almost dead.

"Guys..." he whimpered. 2-T held his hand; B.Bop flopped down to his side, sliding the ring back on his finger. "Guys..."

"It's alright Do-Wah... it's okay." B.Bop had Do-Wah's head in his lap. In an instant Do-Wah was rasping in pain, every breath – in and out – was forced.

"I'm not evil..." Do-Wah murmured. B.Bop shook his head.

"No, you're not, Do-Wah." He agreed and held his friend's other hand.

"That'll mean I'll go to heaven, right?" he asked. B.Bop and 2-T looked at each other.

"Right."