Answer:
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny; I broke her neck and drank her blood and left her standing empty.
I am sometimes referred to as chips
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.