Michael-John Phillop

2008-09-09T02:04:00.000-07:00

"Michael-John Phillop is described as a light-skinned and wearing a blacksuit. He is likely to be driving a black sports car, stolen from Carons Cars, this individuel is not to be approached." I turned off the television, my heart throbbing painfully with the memory of the disaster still fresh in my vivid mind. My imagination running wild with images of wanted posters and police cars, why cant I controll myself? Everyone else like me can. I tried to think of that exact hour, to wonder what trigged it, to learn from it. It had been a long night at the party, people were shouting and laughing, while dancing to the beet of the music, which had been so loud it made you vibrate. They had no food fit for me, I couldn't eat it so I was starving, having not eaten the previus day. That was it, I was simply hungry, that was what pushed my buttons. But I kept remembering, to see if there was anything else. The people were screeming like teenagers, while I searched for Dick Harryson, the owner of the house. Dick had been very insulting about my kind, and I wanted to talk to him. Suddenly I stopped remembering. There was a muffled sound above me. I was in my friends celler, hiding from the police, and I wondered what he was doing. Suddenly I heard a long screech. I looked out the small window, to see what it was. Police! I cant belive Bary would do this, we have been friends for so long. But I scrambled onto the back of the couch. I lept over the television and scrabbled on the window sill. I put my left foot onto the television and kicked it backwards, so it smashed on to the couch and floor, and boosted me out of the window. I shimmered on my stomach, trying to get out of sight. Then as soon as I was a fair way away, I got to my feet and ran.

I went to my Auntie Bessies next. She was stiff and old fashioned, but belived me, and said that Dirk was an idiot and deserved what he and the others got. She said I was still too close to the police, and I should leave. I listened to her and said I would leave, but I just couldn't. It reminded me too much of home. Then one day I read the newspaper. I haden't read the news-paper for so long, and it was quite a shock. On the front was a large pictureof me, looking quite handsome if you ask me , with the heading PHILLOP STILL AT LARGE. it went on to say the police were doubling the ammount of effort going to looking, and saying that they were going to cheak all my relatives houses. If I showed the paper to Aunt Bessie she would make me leave I knew that, If I didn't she would be unawares when they came and they would probably find me. I did the only thing I could, I told her I would leave that night, and asked her to pack me good food and water, of which I could eat. I left at night of course, I am not so stupid I would not know what would happen if I left at day.

A hotel far away seemed the most idealistic, so we went as far as we could. Auntie left me at the hotel, saying to be good, and not get into any trouble. She kissed me goodbye at the lobby and left. and stayed at a backpackers hotel. The hotel was almost perfect. The people either didn't relize who I was or didn't care, it was almost perfect exept for the food. The food at aunties was better, but still not to my liking. After three days of not eating, I snuck down to the lobby. It was night and no-one would see me. I went down to the doorman and bit him on the neck, I mean, come on, you can't expect a vampire to eat potato and vegetables.