Vampires. They were a local legend in your village, many of the elderly claiming to have seen them in the woods just at the edges of the small town you lived in. A lot of people called them crazy, schizophrenic even. You believed them though, you always have.

Now you were wandering the forest with your father, hunting for food for tonight’s dinner. You hated it though, you were a grown woman of twenty-eight years and you had no freedom since you lived ‘under their roof and had to follow the rules’. You felt pathetic, being treated like a child when you were almost thirty.

You kept walking behind your father, soon spotting a pretty flower. You couldn’t help but smile, the one beautiful thing in this forest was a lonely flower. You picked it up before turning back, but your father was laid on the floor — two holes punctured into his neck. Vampire teeth.

Then you saw her — a tall woman with glowing red eyes, hiding in the shadows behind your father’s body.