Vampires

Laying in bed, i listen to the sounds of the night, crickets chirping, the wind going through the trees. so peaceful, i think to myself. I turn away from my window, looking at sky, and I hear it. As quick as anything, then, Silence. Uncertain if my fear is correct, i know i am not getting much sleep until my curiosity is quenched. I turn my head into my pillow, so one ear is sticking up, and bring my covers up to my chin.
I lay there, hearing naught but my breathing and the aforementioned sounds. I listened for what seemed an age, waiting as patiently as a lion, waiting to pounce on a gazelle. Then slowly i hear it.
Bzzt.

The buzz is continuous, it gets louder until it is right above my ear. I feel something light land on my cheek. Slowly i move my hand out of my cover, ignoring the irritating itch on my cheek. I raise my hand. The itch is getting more irritating. i stay perfectly still, I wait for my prey to think it is getting its meal, the prisoners on death row get a last meal. I well let this blood sucking cretin have his equivalent.
Once I feel he has had more than his weight in blood. I act. My itch is irritating me to no end. My hand, raised in the air, drops like a guillotine.

THWAK!

My cheek clenches. Ow. But it was worth it, i pull my hand away from my cheek, and move my hand into the moonlight. I see a blacky Scarlet colour, in the dead center of my hand.

A triumphant satisfaction creeps to my mouth: "Gotcha ya bloody mozzy"