#1: Blood

On the way to the prison, on foot.
  "We're really going? Just because something that stupid vampire said?" Trick asked, showing disbelief.
  "Admit it if you wanna back out, scaredy-fox." Natalie smirked, "Even better, get away from us."
  "Come on, stop it!" Tabitha kind of snapped. She's feeling irritated, having a mild headache. "Plus, who's the vampire anyway? There's only the four of us, you can't mean yourself, me, Nat or Jen." Tabitha said to Trick.
  "Tha!" It's Natalie's turn to be angry. The fifth person there glared at Tabitha.
  "Ok okie. Pause. Before you start your 'Don't-ignore-the-vampire-you-know-him-surely-he-is-at-least-better-than-fox.' lecture." Tabitha sighed twice. "I'm in no mood for that." You see, Tabitha hates(hated him, still hate him, will continue hating him)the vampire, and I'm currently ignoring the very existence of him, um, it.
  They turned a corner. The prison could be seen.
  "No turning back now." yawned Jen, getting off her earphones. "Um, where are we going to sleep? In that place?" She suddenly asked.
  "Tents. Nobody will notice us, since the place is deserted. Most people don't even dare to go past it. Silly." Natalie, ever so practical, motioned to a big backpack she brought along.

Arrived.
  "Set up the tents, boys. Tha, Jen, let's go into the woods to gather some firewood. We're staying here for god-knows-how-many-days, so we better get prepared. And you know how timid the boys are." Natalie instructed.
  "Oh ya!" Jen suddenly stopped. "I insist on making my own bed! I can't have those two males touch my things!" She rushed back. Natalie shrugged, then headed to the woods behind the prison, leaving Tabitha no choice but to follow her.

In the woods.
  Tabitha sniffed. She smelled something weird. Not the damp, stale smell of haunted places, but a rusty smell. She exchanged a look with Nat. Blood.

by Tabitha