The Sort Of Big Bad Vampire

With silent abandon, the creature moves towards the stairs, narrowly avoiding stepping on the squeaky baby toy thrown on the ground earlier.
It passes by the family cat who is sleeping off an exciting day of doing much of nothing, a cat thing, and proceeds towards the stairs.

Sharp nails click together in anticipation of the coming meal before it makes it's way up the stairs slowly, in case the stairs creaked.
Slowly but surely it reaches the top of the stairs and again clicks it's long nails, soon the feeding would begin, soon the blood would flow.

The dim moon light shows only a shadowy figure moving quickly towards a bedroom, the shadow not giving much of an idea on what the creature could be.
It reaches for the door lever and slowly pulls down, pushing the door open slowly and steps inside.  There was it's prey, a young woman of maybe eighteen years of age.  Her hair sprayed on the pillows as she sleeps, her breasts heaving up and down as she breathes, her skin looking soft.

It approaches the side of the bed she is sleeping on and clicks it's nails again, oh how the rich the blood will be!
It's mouth opens to reveal sharp looking fangs and it hisses in hunger – and receives a punch in the mouth.

"Bugger off, I'm trying to sleep!"  The vampire begins to whimper and it's fangs fall from it's mouth.

"MUM!  SHE HIT ME!"  The 'vampire' cries.

"I'll do more than hit you if you don't get out of my room!  Take your vampire obsession and bugger off!"  The 'vampire' cries and runs from her room, defeated once again by his big sister.

So much for the big bad vampire.