Her fangs were long and sharp.Her fangs were long and sharp. They were particularly vivid in my mind's snapshot of her. I kept the blinds closed, and worried the whole day. The trip of it was that I felt fine, no, perfect! Except that I hadn't eaten all day, and my stomach's complaints became more frequent as the day passed. Great. I'm a fucking hypoglycemic vampire, I brooded. And it won't be dark for another three hours. Maybe I could call for pizza and have the delivery person... Nahhh. That wouldn't work. They'd know exactly where to look. I pulled out my copy of Bram Stoker's book, and began to read the only source of information that I had about my new life. Half an hour later, I went to the john for the first time. Where I made a startling discovery. I wasn't invisible in the mirror! I checked my mouth - no fangs. Of course, there were a couple of holes in my neck, but that didn't stop me from heading for the kitchen to cook. Using garlic liberally, I made a wonderful meal and attacked it, polishing my plate. I sat back in the chair after brushing my teeth. My stomach was happy, I was happy, and I was almost ready to believe that it had all been a dream. At least until I heard the key in the lock, and the front door opened. Victoria walked in, a gigantic smile on her face. "How wonderful to see you, darling! I was out in the sun all day, I could not resist!" The musical voice and accent were exactly as I had dreamt. This was not a good sign. Before I could ask any questions, Victoria kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn't help responding. Her eyes, brown once again, sparkled. "Honey, I'm home -- is that not how you say it?" she joyfully asked. |