Myths and legends

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I told Caleb I was heading off to sleep at around midnight, and I did, I slept for a whole two hours before I woke up again. Sleep wouldn't come back to me now so I decided to catalogue some online myths about vampires. After a few hours I had sorted them into three groups. Group one- the truth. Speed, strength, enhanced senses. Group two- based on the truth. Red or black eyes. And the third group- complete bullshit. Burning in the sun, pale skin, no control, no emotion, holy water, sacred ground, and a lot of other stuff.

It was nearly six by the time I put my iPad down again. 'A quick hunt won't do me any harm.' I thought to myself. I walked for nearly twenty minutes before I discovered a large fox curled up under a tree root. I had no time to loose before I snatched up the large animal and sank my fangs into it. The sweet taste of the blood blocked anything else out as I drank it dry and buried it under the tree.

I managed to make it back home in time to switch off my alarm. I skipped breakfast as normal in order to meet Caleb at Padres. It felt like my normal school day from less than a week ago, I parked in my normal space before going into Padres to sit at my normal table. There was no sign of Caleb; however Stef was eyeing me with suspicion.

Caleb came bursting through the kitchen door with his school bag slung low over one shoulder; he came straight over to me. "Hey. Did you think about it?" Still eager. "Yeah, I did and I agree to, just once, go out with you." I winked at him and turned to get my bag. On my way of turning for the door I caught sight of Stef, who looked completely taken over with jealousy.

The day passed a lot like the last: school, classes, straight home. However what I was coming home to wasn't a weary and suspicious dad. But today was different; all there was left on the table was a note. Kathy, I've gone to join your granny at your aunt's house for the week. Be good and keep around the house clean. Food is in the fridge and money is on the table. I glanced around the room and sank into one of the chairs. Home alone.


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