Chapter OneThe first I knew of the vampire was his filthy great hands all over my mouth and around my waist, his fangs digging deep into the soft flesh of my neck. I struggled of course, tried to scream, but I knew right away that the game was up. It was my own bleeding fault for wandering up a darkened alleyway at eight o'clock at night, and that's exactly what I told myself as he dragged me to the floor and straddled me. 'Katie my girl,' I thought, 'you've no-one to blame but yourself. What will your mam say when she hears you've been walking up alleyways on your way home from work, when you knows all too well that she always says to stick to the pavements and the gas lamps?'
So there I was, lying on my back on the cobblestones, my pretty winter coat getting covered in rain water and mu
