A vampire story
I finger the small charm, a black wooden charm meant to help keep craving under control. Made of ebony, how apt.
"How much is this?" I ask the shopkeeper, flashing a brilliant white smile at him.
"Twenty pounds, miss," he replies. I flash him a brilliant white smile and hand over thirty.
"Keep the change," I say, and walk out the shop before he can argue. Not that he would. It's early evening, perfect for vampires to be out. Speaking of which...
Movement across the street catches my eye. I turn to see who it is, but my mind tells me before my eyes.
It's another vampire.