I'm currently writing a new book - the name hasn't been decided yet, but it's being worked on. This is what I've written so far (bearing in mind I started it today):
"...And the local authorities are pinning this on one gang in particular ..." they'd been causing trouble again. The vampires. Running rampant through city centres, electrocuting eachother and going on blood binges. According to Mum, they've been like that since they surfaced in the '80s - they don't take very well to sharing. She hardly let me and my sister go further than the end of the road for fear we'd get drunk dry by some psychotic bloodthirsty vampire man. That's stupid though, since 'full drains' are illegal, and they're easier to spot in the 'burbs. So there I was, curled up on the leather sofa in the living room, watching the news. A newswoman a distinctly annoyed expression and blonde hair blowing all over her face in the gale surrounding her - vampires can do that; make big storms and stuff. She was reporting on a big vampire gang bust - up somewhere in Manhattan.
"...Thanks for that, Angela. Now, many of you have been sending in your thoughts by email and-"
"The news?" my 18-year-old sister Lillian walked into the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. "The news. Seriously, you have a screw loose."
"Says you." I retorted absently, my eyes on the screen.
"What's that s'posed to mean?" Lillian raised an eyebrow. I ignored her and stared at the TV. Lillian sighed and stalked off to the kitchen to make tea - Mum's on a business trip in London, and Lillian's old enough to be left alone with me.
After a few minutes of clattering and banging in the kitchen, Lillian called through,
"I'm going out later."
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