22: NECK-BITER

NIGEL'S POV

OK man, you can do this. You can do this, I whispered to myself as I glided down the staircase. It wasn't like the neck-biter could do anything in front of the parents without risk revealing the fact that vamp-demons exist. I will be alright, of course I will. I breathed slowly. I saw Mr. and Mrs. W standing by the door with their coats on.

“Wait! Are you guys leaving?” I asked.

“Honey, you know your father and I do brunch just the two of us every Sundays.”

“Yeah, but you can't leave me alone with him,” I whisper shout.

“Miranda, don't be like that. You know we trust you and from what we've learnt so far, Lazarus is a good boy,” Mr. W smiled.

“Please, if you guys love me, you won't leave me here,” I pleaded. “I know. I'll tell him I have to do this brunch thingy with you guys, and then he'll have to go.”

“Miranda Whitmore, I don't know what has gotten into you lately. Is this some kind of teenage crisis?” Mrs. W huffed. “Now that boy is so happy to see you. He brought you