"There are many things we are proud of doing in London 2012. Watch the famous England team do us proud in Poland. Run the 26.2 mile marathon for charity. Go to school and learn more. Forget to give blood," the radio stuttered over a few words and suddenly blurred back into life. "GIO blood care needs you. Thousands of vam- sorry, people, need your blood to survive. Go to your local store by typing in www.giobloodcare.vam.co.uk to find your local blood extractor," the radio advert ended dramatically, with an unexpected snarl at the end. I frowned in confusion. My mother had also been listening, and she sounded interested. Whenever she heard something she enjoyed and wanted to do, her ears protruded out like a cat and listened intently.
"I want to give blood NOW!" she wailed with ultimate zeal. "Quick, I need the internet, I must find that store right this moment and get there-I don't want to let them down!" With great determination and harassment, she scurried into the kitchen and looked up the website...
Later, we arrived at the nearest store to find a long, stretching queue winding down the road. Obviously, the radio advert had been convincing. Every 5 or so minutes, a white faced corpse was thrown outside and the operator had told everyone that he had fainted from blood loss. He would return to normal in 3 or more days.
Meanwhile, inside the store, a group of the company owners glimpsed the huge queue outside and laughed.
"We certainly drew those mundanes and blood bearers in, ey Spike?"
"Yes, boss, oh we did! And I'm operating next, Mullet, boss said I could."
"Oh, diddles, then I'm after you. Our little blood tummies will be as big as the moons rings by the time we have finished 'em off!"
"The moon doesn't have any rings, Mullet. Jupiter does, though."
"Alright." A stifled scream was heard from inside the chamber, as blood was forced out of the victims veins, arteries, and eventually the heart. A series of snarls and laughter was heard, the company owners were enjoying themselves.
Outside the store, I just about heard the muffled scream coming from inside the store, and wondered what sort of... animal, was inside there, making havoc sound like a pin dropping. Finally, and not a good sort of finally, we arrived at the front of the line with 1 hours worth of waiting just wasted (in my opinion). When another body was chucked outside, we moved in and a massive, manky bulk of a man collapsed in front of us.
"What the?" I breathed under my breath. I would have kicked the brute, but at that moment, he stood up and grasped hold of my rickety arm.
"No children allowed. OUT," the angry man insulted me all he liked, until I just said:
"My mother needs accompaniment, and I must show her it. So I pinched the man-a very grown up thing to do, and pushed past him into my mothers arms.
"What a very grown up thing to do, my boy. Now, let us go!"
When we arrived at the chamber, a man was waiting there for us.
"No children allowed ma'am. He must go,"
My mother announced right into the man's messy face:
"The guard allowed him in, now shoo, I must give blood."
The man chuckled under his breath and said:
"Fair enough. I am your operator. Please step inside," he smiled and a wide grin appeared on his face as my mother followed into the chamber. I suddenly had the faintest idea, that if something really bad happened inside the chamber, I would have to exit-quick.
"Is there an exit inside the chamber?" I asked suspiciously.
"Sorry?" the man replied. I pronounced the next few words with great accuracy:
"Is there an exit inside the chamber!" I asked him again.
"The exit, is the door-" he pointed to the cranky door in the wall. "You may only access the door when I press my finger into the buzzer, which only activates when touched by a vam- sorry, by an operators thumb," the operator explained vividly.
The operation started. The man put on a protective mask, with only the mouth showing. How weird! He then brought his mouth towards the neck, and I remembered- why did everything have the word 'vam' in it. That was it! They stopped to say vampire, but end up saying vam, so they would not be discovered. That explained the snarling in the advert, and the blood stained clothes. I had to stop them, before it was too late...
"I want to give blood NOW!" she wailed with ultimate zeal. "Quick, I need the internet, I must find that store right this moment and get there-I don't want to let them down!" With great determination and harassment, she scurried into the kitchen and looked up the website...
Later, we arrived at the nearest store to find a long, stretching queue winding down the road. Obviously, the radio advert had been convincing. Every 5 or so minutes, a white faced corpse was thrown outside and the operator had told everyone that he had fainted from blood loss. He would return to normal in 3 or more days.
Meanwhile, inside the store, a group of the company owners glimpsed the huge queue outside and laughed.
"We certainly drew those mundanes and blood bearers in, ey Spike?"
"Yes, boss, oh we did! And I'm operating next, Mullet, boss said I could."
"Oh, diddles, then I'm after you. Our little blood tummies will be as big as the moons rings by the time we have finished 'em off!"
"The moon doesn't have any rings, Mullet. Jupiter does, though."
"Alright." A stifled scream was heard from inside the chamber, as blood was forced out of the victims veins, arteries, and eventually the heart. A series of snarls and laughter was heard, the company owners were enjoying themselves.
Outside the store, I just about heard the muffled scream coming from inside the store, and wondered what sort of... animal, was inside there, making havoc sound like a pin dropping. Finally, and not a good sort of finally, we arrived at the front of the line with 1 hours worth of waiting just wasted (in my opinion). When another body was chucked outside, we moved in and a massive, manky bulk of a man collapsed in front of us.
"What the?" I breathed under my breath. I would have kicked the brute, but at that moment, he stood up and grasped hold of my rickety arm.
"No children allowed. OUT," the angry man insulted me all he liked, until I just said:
"My mother needs accompaniment, and I must show her it. So I pinched the man-a very grown up thing to do, and pushed past him into my mothers arms.
"What a very grown up thing to do, my boy. Now, let us go!"
When we arrived at the chamber, a man was waiting there for us.
"No children allowed ma'am. He must go,"
My mother announced right into the man's messy face:
"The guard allowed him in, now shoo, I must give blood."
The man chuckled under his breath and said:
"Fair enough. I am your operator. Please step inside," he smiled and a wide grin appeared on his face as my mother followed into the chamber. I suddenly had the faintest idea, that if something really bad happened inside the chamber, I would have to exit-quick.
"Is there an exit inside the chamber?" I asked suspiciously.
"Sorry?" the man replied. I pronounced the next few words with great accuracy:
"Is there an exit inside the chamber!" I asked him again.
"The exit, is the door-" he pointed to the cranky door in the wall. "You may only access the door when I press my finger into the buzzer, which only activates when touched by a vam- sorry, by an operators thumb," the operator explained vividly.
The operation started. The man put on a protective mask, with only the mouth showing. How weird! He then brought his mouth towards the neck, and I remembered- why did everything have the word 'vam' in it. That was it! They stopped to say vampire, but end up saying vam, so they would not be discovered. That explained the snarling in the advert, and the blood stained clothes. I had to stop them, before it was too late...