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.
He leads her outside.
"I'll change inside, you wait a minute."
She rolls her eyes and waits.
And there he is, shivering slightly.
She bites her wrist, penetrating the skin, and extends it for him to drink. "Lucky I'm in a good mood."
He doesn't spit it out, even though he kind of wants to. This is for his mom.
(Also vampires sound sooo cool.)
He drinks his fill, losing himself in the new sensation.
He wonders if this is why his dad drinks.
She pulls her wrist away. "That's enough."
"Is it always like that?"
"Blood? Nah, it's better."
"So cool...what's the best kind of blood?"
"Human. We don't really get to drink it that much, but if you know any real jerks..."
"I bet drinking Jackson's blood wouldn't be rude, nobody likes him...he bullies everyone."
"Where's he live?"
He rattles off the address easily.
"Thanks. He'll be waiting for you when you wake up."
"You can turn my mom next, right?"
"Yeah, probably." She picks him up effortlessly. "I'm gonna take you somewhere to nap."
She heads for a dilapidated old house, filled with old books, toys, DVDs, video games, and other assorted treasures.
"This is nice. I just sleep here and then you'll bring him?"
"Can I play a game until I fall asleep," he asks stubbornly, yawning.
"Whatever, I'll go get Jackson."
She runs out the house, heading towards his address.
Jackson is sleeping, as are his parents.
Then it'll be easy to snatch him from his bed and take him back to the house.
Jackson does not object to this turn of events.