The final instalment of the Vampire trilogy – introduced to you by Marcus.
I’m back – remember me, Marcus. Or weirdo. I was totally normal until three months ago when I turned thirteen. That’s when my parents told me I was a half-vampire . . .
I just want an ordinary life – but I’ve got no chance. So far I’ve been poisoned by a pizza (it had garlic in it) and got a craving for blood when I was at the cinema on a blind date. It did not go well.
And now my village is being haunted by a seriously creepy figure with blood-soaked hands. Everyone is calling it the Blood Ghost. But I know the truth. It’s one of my distant relations – a vampire.
But this is no ordinary one. That’s why it’s known as a deadly vampire. The most evil I’ve ever faced . .
Yet somehow me and vampire-crazed Tallulah have been roped into tracking it down. We were told, ‘Nothing you do in the rest of your life will be as important as this. But nothing will be as dangerous either …’
Now read the opening of The Vampire Fighters – if you dare.
That’s what they’ve started calling it. It’s all over my local radio. I bet it will have its own Facebook page soon.
A woman glimpsed it first on New Year’s Day. It was a dusty-grey morning and she was rushing off to the local shop. She was walking quickly down the lane where she lived when she heard an urgent, high-pitched screech.
‘Like a really, angry parrot,’ was her description of it. She peered up into the sky half expecting to see a bird fluttering about. But instead, a figure came floating towards her.
Hard to make out much about him he was so shadowy and loomed dazzlingly high above her. All she could really see were his hands. They were just like the hands of a skeleton, very long and spindly and they seemed to be beckoning her forward. And dripping off them was something which made her whole body shudder with horror – blood.
Those skeletal blood-soaked hands writhed and twisted in front of her. She wanted to run away from them. But the hands seemed to be casting a terrible spell over her. And instead, she was frozen to the spot.
Then, as fast as a striking cobra, one of the hands swooped at her. There was a huge rush of air and just for a moment she caught a glimpse of its deathly, pale face. And it terrified her. Then it displayed all its teeth at her. It was the most horrific smile she’d ever seen, because its dark eyes were completely blank and lifeless.
She felt as if this awful, dead creature was trying to pull her towards it and carry her away. And all her strength seemed to have drained from her body. Then she felt her knees buckle. She couldn’t stop herself falling on to the ground, while it looked right over her.
She’d almost passed out when she heard quick, urgent footsteps tearing towards her. Afterwards she said how lucky it was that her husband had realised she’d forgotten her purse and come after her. ‘I say lucky,’ she said, ‘yet actually what could it have done – except scare me. It was only a very nasty ghost.’
But it wasn’t only a ghost. I knew exactly what it was too.
