Excerpt:

“Just go away!” Cubicle to her left, sinks on the right. Allie blocking the exit. In frustration, Ash threw up her hands and spun away from the confronting one, only to come face-to-face with her own reflection.

“Aargh!”

The scream was not human; it was born from some vampiric ancestor, and cut right through Allie’s skull. In a bizarre, blurred motion, Ash flew at the mirror, and it exploded beneath the impact. Glass peppered the floor, slashed at the air. Allie screamed, too, in shock and fear, a grating harmony to the vampire screech. The bathroom door slammed open as people rushed in from the corridor to see what the noise was. Turning to see yet more faces, the cornered vampire girl threw back her head, fingers wrapped in tangled hair, eyes rolling, and screamed again. The newcomers stared in alarm; one dived forward to drag Allie back from this raging monster.

“What is this? What’s going on?” The voice, demanding and authoritative, cut under the dying screech, trying and failing to demand attention from the gathering crowd. Its owner marched through the growing press of girls, stopped dead when she saw the cause of the disruption.

From Ash’s point of view, as she gradually began to recover herself, only two figures stood out from the mass. First, the quaking blonde, face and hands grazed by the glass; second, the formally-dressed adult, stern-faced at the front of the crowd. Sinking to her knees in the shattered mirror fragments, face in hands, she drew a single deep breath.

“Ashley Payne, I think you should come with me.”