“Roberto is that wild garlic?” Mum asked, looking at the white pungent bunch of flowers he held.
“Yes, Phoebe, it is, I picked them along the path by the river on the way here.”
He turned around to look directly at me menacingly.
“I hear it keeps vampires away!”
He smiled at me hungrily licking his lips, which were no longer dark against his perfect milky skin, but blood red. I knew it was my blood he wanted, not my mum’s. Terrified I fled the living room and slammed the door to the stairs; I shut my bedroom door too. My so-called Uncle wanted to hypnotize me. He wanted drink my blood.
I knew Garlic wasn’t going to protect me.