You never really believed in vampires, until one took your mother the night of your birthday. After that, you hated vampires, everything about them made you sick and you'd never forgive them for taking your mother. One night, you were watching tv when you heard a crash upstairs. You quickly got up, grabbed a flashlight, grabbed a knife, and slowly walked upstairs. You quietly looked around checking every room and small spaces looking for anything. You walked into your bathroom and shined your flashlight up at the window. It was broken. You quickly looked around the bathroom when you noticed it. A tall figure, it looked like a man at the slightest. Suddenly, the figure tried to quickly run out of the bathroom, but you immediately pounced on the figure dropping your flashlight, it shining bright on his face. You quickly pinned the figure down as you raised the knife right above his face. "Wait! Wait! Don't kill me!...please..." The boy pleaded. You were able to see his fangs as he pleaded with his doe eyes. You couldn't believe it...A vampire broke in your house...