The kids, with the rationality kids had, knew there was a vampire amidst them. They had debated long enough about it, they had all come to the conclusion, they had all thought about it over the past week, since the kid had shown up. All that was left know was to convince the grown-ups, and that included, of course, gaining evidence. ‘cause grown ups were too damn dumb too believe anything without it being proven.
That’s why this council had been called. The 12 of them, two-thirds of class G, congregated around the little wooden table. The table was decorated with books and papers, pens and a candle. In the centre, balanced on the hole where an umbrella usually balanced, stood a clove of garlic. It was a common known fact vampires detested garlic, and if that wasn’t enough, three of the four books on the table proved their point, the other had no mention about garlic, so it was only logical enough to believe that if there was nothing to say about it, then it must be true. The papers illustrated what a vampire might look like in its true form, of course the children couldn’t hold back from drawing a bat with huge fangs, so the floor was littered with crumpled little balls of paper. The paper that littered the table, mixed in with the books, showed capes, and fangs, there was also a wooden stake, well, it was meant to be wooden, it was shrewdly carved with a pencil and held little resemblance to nothing more than a stubby stick, with no hint to its colour, or…anything, really.
“so hoe the bloody hell do we prove it?!” roared Phil, banging his fist onto the table to raise his point, and anger, the paper blew around a bit and the garlic tried to move from its hole, but couldn’t.
“I’m not sure, Phil, what is it that vampires hate, exactly, I think that’s what’s eluding us.” the speaker was Abby, a small girl with brown hair pushed tightly into pigtails and a small nose that had difficulty holding up her overly large glasses, as such, she was often forced to reach up and the push her glasses back to the bridge of her nose.
“we’ve been asking that for twenty bloody minutes. And its gotten us no where. And stop using words we don’t understand, yea? English please.”
“uh, it means…sort of, something were missing, something that’s avoiding us.”
“I knew that.”
“then why ask?”
“…for the benefit of the others, see, they didn’t know what it meant.”
“huhuh, yea.” Phil looked as though he was just about to shout at Abby, but it was only natural they were in such bad moods, the walls wore garlic decorum, laces of cloves so the vampires couldn’t get close enough to eavesdrop, or attack them and suck their blood. The stench was strongly overpowering.
“guys!” Shouted a voice from the corner, “arguing isn’t getting us anywhere nearer proving this kids a vampire, we need something solid, some kind of plan not even a vampire could foil.” Pointed Seth.
“maybe he’s not even a vampire.”
“don’t! go down that alley again, come on, don’t you believe in this council? Were the only ones who can stop the world from evil, and besides, it took  a whole week to believe he was a vampire, and that involved convincing the others, and losing some lunch money, I am not going down that alley again.”
“fine then. Fine. What shall we do, what can a bunch of kids do to foil a denizen of Satan? He’s bound to find us out.”
“ a dennis of who?”
“I know, lets ask Shake. What’d you think?” asked Sarah. Shake was a small, nervous girl, with long black hair, big, brown eyes and a nervous compulsion that often meant she shook with fear, thus earning her the nickname, she had practically been bullied into attending, and wanted nothing to do with any vampires or Satan, or anything like that. Despite that she was a smart girl, and often was wholly rational, unless she was too scared to be rational, of course.
“I…I don’t know.” She shook. “Vampires can be killed by sunlight, yea? M-maybe all we have to do is to invite him out…to play, and when he says he cant, we ask him why. And he either has to own up, or we know he’s a vampire, you see, ‘cause else he would come out and play with us. maybe that would work.”
“of course!” exclaimed Phil with all the glee that comes from a simple yet brilliant plan. Sarah nodded victoriously, as if the plan had been hers. Then all their heads were filled with approaching the nest of a family of vampires, and knocking on the door only to see his parents, maybe even the head vampire himself! They would never be seen again, and the vampires would probably weave some kind of spell over the helpless adults and they would kill them all and take the town, because of course the children weren’t their to help. A shiver ran synchronised through the tree house.
“maybe not then.” Said Abby, raising her hand to push her glasses up once more.
They sat down, clicking their tongues and patting their hands and twiddling their thumbs, the fate of a whole town must slow down the thinking process, they didn’t have even one idea.

It wasn’t Jimmy’s fault he was a vampire, he had been born like that. Why wouldn’t the other kids just leave him alone, he was exactly like them. If not a bit more pale and with a bit more of an abrasion to sunlight it wasn’t as if he liked to be an outcast, or have to go hunting all the time for blood, he didn’t like taking lives, even the ones of animals. And now they had gone and set up a council against him. It just wasn’t fair! How had they even found out? He had only gone into school for a week before summer holiday started. He had been careful not to be too obvious, did all his work and avoided attention. If only they had stayed away from him. They had rallied 12 people to their cause, against one, young, lonely vampire. As if it wasn’t hard enough to move to a new town and go to a new school and join a new community, he already had people who hated him. And there was no one to consolidate in, his father wouldn’t talk to him, his mother was useless, his older sister was always out. His younger sister was ok, but she was too young to understand his problems, she already had friends, who admired her long, perfectly blonde hair, and colourful eyes and beautiful clothes. Why couldn’t he be like that? It just wasn’t fair, he had to do something, something drastic, but what? Slowly, a plan started to form in his wicked, young mind. A smile crept onto his lips.