“Mum I’m going out!” I shouted across the low-lighted, musty room. “Oh yeah, I forgot mum was killed by the Slayers!” Frantically, I fought back stinging tears; when I cried I would crave blood. Hurriedly I ran out, the dark- perfect for me! Faster than the speed of sound itself I ‘walked’ towards my mother’s grave. Ingrid was there, just weeping into the deep crimson roses. She stirred. “Mum left a message, the dark wars are beginning. That’s why she died,” she cried. The graveyard had an eerie feeling to it. I shivered. Then I stopped. Someone was watching us… I turned. A werewolf. “Hey!” I yelled “Who are you?” “Ahh!” Ingrid groaned. There was a stake through her heart. It was a warning. It had begun. Mum was right, this was going to be a life-changing experience or a death-changing one...

My fangtastic life...