He wanted to believe, his best friend about the dorm adviser being a vampire, but he just didn’t see it. If he saw it with his own eyes that she was then yes he would stop her. Tommy walked out his lecture room and Merton came running towards him.

"What’s up buddy?" Tommy asked him.

"The most amazing girl was in my lecture. She shares my passion for gothic fantasy and she said she wanted to hang out with me," Merton replied.

"Really? Nice going, Merton," he said Lifting his hand up, for a high five and his best friend returned it. They wiggled their fingers, like they always did.

"So what’s she called then?" Tommy asked.

"Colette," Merton answered. 

They decided to go back to their dorm for a bit and call their Friend Lori, to see how she was getting on at her college. When something surprising and validating caught Tommy’s eye. He tapped Merton on the shoulder who then stopped and turned around. He pointed down the corridor at the dorm adviser who’s clothes were torn and had blood on. She looked around frankly seeing if anyone was around. It looked like she didn’t see the two lads stood there because she sighed and ran into her office, slamming the door behind her.

"I told you there was something strange about her," Merton told Tommy as he pointed towards the door, dramatically. "Do you believe me now?" He asked putting his arm down.

"Yes, sorry I didn’t believe you buddy," Tommy replied. "But we still don’t know if she is a vampire, there could be another explanation."

"So are we going to actually investigate now?" Merton asked Tommy.

"Sure," he replied.

"Great. I’m off to go get my holy water gun and stakes. If she’s a vampire, I’m going to be ready to take her down," Merton said and then skipped down the corridor.

He went after his friend. Once they reached their room, Tommy shut the door behind them as Merton pulled out a big box from under his bed. It’s where they kept all the stakes, silver bullets and all other things use to kill evil supernatural beings. Back at Merton’s he use to keep them some where more secret. Merton had a hidden cupboard in his parent’s basement, which he liked to call his lair where he kept items like those but at college he didn’t have that so he, had to settle for a box that had a lock on.

Once he pulled it out he bent down to pick it up. It was extremely heavy and almost fell.

"Don’t worry I got it," he said as he struggled to hold it. Tommy went to go help him and they placed it down on his bed.

Merton got out the key and opened it up. They looked inside. Tommy took out a stake and Merton grabbed the water gun filled with holy water. He aimed it towards the door and shot out some of the water.

"Let’s go," he said.

Tommy grabbed some garlic cloves. He put them in his pockets and closed the chest lid before they both left the room. After they locked the door they made their way down the corridor, slowly. They decided not to run, because it may draw more attention too them, if someone saw them. It was bad enough that they were walking around campus with a water gun and stakes, people would probably think that they were crazy.

They reached the room where the dorm adviser entered as a girl and boy walked past. The couple stared at them, in confusion. Tommy looked at them and Merton pressed his ear to the door, trying to listen for anything strange coming from inside.

When the couple turned away and carried on walking down the hallway, Tommy turned around to face Merton. "Is she still there? Can you hear anything?" He asked him.

"No, it’s silent," Merton replied.

"Let’s get this over and done with," Tommy said.

They hid the things they were carrying behind their backs as best as they could, and Merton opened the door. The both of them entered. There was a computer desk at the far side of the room and a mirror behind on the wall. The mirror could be handy, to check whether she was a vampire or not. There was also a book case near the window.

She was sat behind the computer desk and looked up at them when they entered. They walked forwards.

"Yes, how can I help you?" She asked.

"There seems to be a problem with our room," Tommy replied.

"What’s the problem?" She wondered.

They didn’t reply straight away because they didn’t know what to say, so for a while they stood there, until Merton spoke.

"I have to share a room with jock boy here," he said in a state of panic. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

"So your not getting on. I’ll see if there is anything I can do," she said as she looked back to the computer.

"Why did you say that?" Tommy whispered.

"I didn’t mean it, I panicked," he whispered back.

"I’m sorry to ask but how did you get blood on your shirt?" Tommy asked asked the dorm adviser.

"Oh, someone jumped me and I think I cut myself on something," she answered.

"Are you sure that you didn’t get hungry and went to go find yourself an early snack?" Merton said.

"What?" She asked and Tommy shook his head at his best friend.

"Never mind," Merton said quietly.

"About the person who attacked you did you see who they were?" Tommy asked.

"No, it happened so quickly, it was just lucky I got away," she answered.

"Anyway what do you two have behind your backs?" She asked now realising that they stood with their hands behind their backs.

"Oh, just water guns see," Merton replied showing the gun to her.

"Okay," she said. "I just need to call someone about moving one of you."

She moved in her seat to get to the phone. When she did this the mirror on the wall was now behind her; she had a reflection.

"I don’t think that will be necessary," Tommy said noticing her reflection.

"I thought you didn’t want to share a room?" She asked confused.

"Tommy’s not that bad," Merton answered.

"So you are happy sharing?"

"Yes, sorry for wasting your time," Tommy replied and they left the room.

"What now?" He asked Merton after they shut the door behind them.

"Find out what attacked her."

"It might just be an ordinary person," Tommy pointed out. If it was, he couldn’t go wolfing out on them or killing them. They had to be careful and not go in jumping to accusations without being sure what the attacker was.