Ultimately, lying down.

It all happened pretty well instantaneously really. As soon as I'd driven my teeth into the soft tissues of my mother's heaving bosom, I went into some sort of feeding frenzy. Bite after bite after bite I inflicted on each of her mammaries, each puncture wound releasing a little blood though nowhere near enough to satisfy my craving for more. Therefore, I ultimately transferred my full attention to mum's throat.

There must be something in the bite of us vampires that prevents our victims from making much of a sound. There was the odd pathetic whimper from mum once I'd got blood spurting from her carotid arteries directly into my ravenously gulping gob, the shuffling sound of agitated feet on a parquet floor but otherwise, this was a very quiet killing. I guess mum knew her beloved daughter was killing her. I certainly knew that but to put it frankly, I simply didn’t care. Old affections meant nothing to me now, this female animal I was feeding on was ripe for slaughter and it delighted me extremely to be the cause of its demise. Within seconds of me biting into her throat, mum sank to the floor as the loss of blood to her brain took effect. I went down with her, clinging to her like a leach for pretty much the same reason as that parasite would. I finished up lying on top of mum's shaking body, deliberately straddling her so that my crotch was in close contact with her quaking flesh. Every quiver of mum's body was as gratefully absorbed by my cunt as it would have been had I been applying a vibrater. The heady flavour of blood coupled with the clitoral simulation mum's **** throes were giving me swiftly turned my feeding into a sex act. As a child, mum had always nagged at me not to play with my food; how ironic then that she should die as a result of me shagging it.

There'd be no resurrection as a vampire for mum. For that to happen, she'd have to ingest vampire blood and I'd decided that this wasn't going to happen. I didn't need family anymore, I needed total freedom; the liberty to roam and feast wherever I could. Old family ties and loyalties would have only got in my way, so it was obvious to me that the rest of my immediate family had to die that night. Only then would I be fully released into a new form of existence in which the mortal human race was merely food to me. Delicious food, vital food; tasty and dead sexy with it!

I knew mum had died as soon as I found myself sucking on dry skin. I also knew that, what with me already having a belly full of blood, I wouldn't be able to consume anymore that night without bursting. Yet dad and my younger brother still had to die, so I dispatched them by sawing their throats open with a bread knife. All spectacularly messy but a relatively quick and easy way to dispose of unwanted relatives.

Yet this was just the start. All four of us now had to dissappear completely. We'd be missed of course. Who knows, our sudden and total disappearance might even become one of life’s great mysteries, similar to the missing crew of the Mary Celeste. Maybe in a hundred years time, people will still be saying "I wonder what really did happen to the Stapleton family?" But for that to happen, a major clean up operation was required and therefore the first question to be answered concerned how I was going to transport three corpses from my now old home to Steph's backyard crematoria?