The sound of a mobile phone vibrating broke the midnight silence. The woman punched the vampire’s face before stabbing a wooden stake into his chest. He ran super-vampire fast up behind the winged woman, but she simply turned and stabbed her sword into his belly. The vampire groaned as he pulled the dagger from his body. It span through the air, making its home in the vampire’s side. She twisted out of the way and quickly pulled a small wooden dagger from her pocket. “Now are you going to come quietly, or do I have to kill you?” the winged woman asked. The vampire looked up as a woman with white feathery wings dropped in front of him and pointed a sword in his direction. He dropped the woman and carefully pulled out the dagger. The vampire yelled out in pain as his shoulder and right arm began to burn. If the vampire had been paying attention, however, he would have seen the garlic juice-covered wooden dagger before it had stabbed him in the shoulder. The vampire’s fangs were nestled deep into the woman’s neck, her ruby red blood filling his newly found hunger. On the roof of a seven-storey building, in the middle of London, at exactly midnight, a woman was getting all the blood in her body sucked out of her by a very hungry vampire. And to Mum for supporting me every step of the way. To my big sister Megan for being with me since this idea first began.
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