MJ wakes

The last beams of sunlight for the day crept up the walls of MJ’s apartment. Under the covers on her bed MJ’s body shifted, a pale foot tentatively poking out into the fading light. Satisfied the burning sun was gone, MJ pushed the covers off the bed where they fell onto the bloodless corpse lying on the floor next to it. MJ stepped over the body of her man, glancing down passionlessly. He had served his purpose, she thought, nonciently picking at one of her fangs, as if she’d had them forever.

She glanced out of the window. New York had that early evening glow, not quite dark yet, but the city was starting to come alive. MJ grinned. Out there was so much life, so much food, hers for the taking. Suddenly there was a deafening buzzing, MJ snarled and covered her ears. Vampiric senses would take some getting used to. The offending object was her phone. She picked it up, expecting the facial recognition to unlock it.

“No face detected.”

Damn it. She swiped her password shape and answered.

“Hey MJ, you up for a girl’s night out?”

“I… Yeah, sure. Sounds delicious,” said MJ, as her stomach grumbled. “The usual place?”

“Perfect. See you there.”

She opened her hand to drop the phone, but nothing happened. The phone was stuck to her palm. MJ cocked one eyebrow. It couldn’t be… could it? She gingerly placed one palm on the wall, then another, then a foot, and she was off the ground, wall-crawling.

“This is going to be a fun evening,” she said, shooting blood red webbing across the room onto the handle of her wardrobe and yanking the door open. “Thanks for one last gift Tiger. Now, what to wear…”