Tabitha-No-Last-Name, young vampiress, is hungry. Not for blood, she ate a deer that morning, but rather for more conventional fare. So, she has picked a house without a decent home security system, and is now rummaging around their fridge. Upon finding some raspberry jam, bread, and margarine, she sets about making herself a sandwich.
"My dad's a cop, he can probably get it."
"Would he want to arrest me?"
"Just don't tell him you eat people and other rude things. It's easy. Can you make other people vampires?"
"If I get you free blood will you make my mom a vampire?"
"Huh. I'd have thought you'd want to turn."
"Do I get two? Me and my mom. If it's three I want my dad too."
"Why your mummy first?"
"She's sick. Do vampires get sick?"
"Nope. What kind of sick?"
"She forgets things, and she doesn't know what's really happening, and she doesn't move right."
"Oh, that sucks. Hmm, maybe you should turn first. See if you like it."
"What's not to like? It sounds awesome."
"I've hardly told you about it...but yeah it is."
"Okay. Me first, then mom, then dad. What do I have to do?"
"Drink my blood."
"That's probably rude too. Do I have to cut you open? That sounds bad."
"Well, I will have to bite my wrist."
"That's all? When do we start?"
She shrugs. "Why wait?"
"Here, in my kitchen? Won't we get blood on the floor? Let's go."
"Let's do this outside maybe? You going to bother with the pants?"
"I like pants. Do vampires not like pants, am I going to hate pants after this?"
"Not like you're gonna feel cold or be hurt easy. And do you want blood all over your clothes?"