Millicent Slater gazed at the posters of her heroes for one last, lingering moment before the clicked off the bedside lamp. She sank into the sheets and sighed, looking across at Whiskers the gerbil silhouetted against the streetlit curtains. "Double history tomorrow. I wish a vampire would visit me in the night," she said, "and whisk me away from this crappy life."
It was almost a pity her dream came true. Half true, at least. She was indeed visited by a vampire, but he didn't whisk her away. It was more of a 'spread your intestines around the room and drink your blood' kind of affair. For Millicent, anyway.
At least she didn't have to hand in her history essay.