You lost me at Vampire but keep working. I respect but I have a special story planned for bloodsuckers called the sparrow.
Here's the intro.
Jasper sat atop a large round rock and tracked the sparrow as the bird made its way across the Ochrane Valley sky. He gave a quick lick of his thumb and held it above his forehead. I have you now thought Jasper as he took aim with his bee-bee gun. The bird soared high above him cutting through the afternoon breeze. The gun steadied then the soft thud of an air chamber made a distinct whoomph against the serenity of the graveyard. The Sparrow stopped its flight and crashed to the ground. Jasper put the air rifle over his shoulder and made his way toward the fallen bird, laughing and cawing the entire way. When he got to the fallen sparrow Jasper raised his fist and triumphantly shouted, “I got it Papa!”
“Dammit boy!” boomed a deep raspy voice, “stop fooling around out there. Can’t you see a storm is coming! Get back in here!”
“Sorry Papa!” shouted Jasper as he put his head down, which carried a crop of dirty blonde hair, and ran in the direction of Hopson’s Funeral Home.
The sparrow rested in the tall green grass and gasped its last breath. The bee-bee had struck it in the head. As the bird’s eyes closed, a tiny bluish light escaped its beak and dissipated into the warm summer air. In the distance a single bolt of lightning struck. The electrical charge beamed for miles around as it reached down from the heavens and split an oak tree in two. Shortly after the loud crack of lightning, thunder boomed across the ears of the resident’s of Ochrane Valley. Rain began to fall rapidly and the land was awash in rushing water. Out of the heavy rain walked a lone man. He slowly made his way toward Hopson’s Funeral Home.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcG47CpsU6cnothing like a little noise from Pink Floyd. Oh ya, hi!