If there was anything in the world that Liam Watcher hated more than small town football, it was being the star of small town football.  Well that, and vampires.  As his alarm blared loudly by the side of his bed for a six in the morning wake up call for his football game, he slammed his hand on the alarm clock. He sighed angrily, then sat up and rubbed his eyes. After a long night of playing games and hanging out with his friends, he felt exhausted. How was he supposed to go to bed early for the game when his friends needed him in Call of Duty? Now, however, he wished he had gone to bed earlier. His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep.  He sat up slowly,

“Dad,” Liam whispered into the silence. “You’ve gotta start talking. Please.”Liam’s father inhaled. He stared at his son for a moment, then sighed. “Well, you never believed me before, so I didn’t feel the need to keep pressing the issue-”“Well, I believe you now!” Liam cried. “I was attacked by a vampire, dad! One of them killed MOM!”His father shushed him immediately. “Liam, hush! Do you want to get admitted to the psych ward!?”“What I want is answers,” Liam snarled. “Actually, what I deserve is some answers. You better start talking, Dad.”“I know you didn’t just threaten me,” His father snarled.“Whatever gets you talking to me,” Liam shrugged. The cables from the bed shrugged with him. “The love of my life is in the ICU, and from where I’m standing, you’re the only one at f