Part III - Chapter 1

Erin

The light that surrounded me slowly recedes. I look around. I am still in my bathroom but this one is a bit different… it looks like it has not been used in months, my toothbrush is fossilized in its glass, the mirror is dirty, there are spiderwebs all over the ceiling… my clothes are changed as well, my white fluffy bathrobe has been replaced by the vampire’s outfit. Red shirt, black leather jacket and tight-fitting black jeans, simple but classy.

This is definitely not Kansas anymore Dorothy. Everything seems to point to the fact that I have travelled through the mirror into the freak vampire-me universe.

I have not had a single fucking vision in months and now this! Fuck, what a shitty week, it was not enough that that bitch Susan cheated on me the other night, now I have travelled to a fucking parallel universe.

I look, touch and hit the mirror, in hope of finding a way back, but the son of a bitch keeps on returning me my own reflection. Shit, shit, shit.

I walk out into the dark living room. A grunt to my left, I startle and tense, ready to land the vampire about to jump me. But nothing comes and I look at the source of the noise. Sam? Sam with his dick out, semi erect, and a pair of bite marks on the neck. He grunts again. I take a few steps toward him. He seems to be breathing. The wounds look hot as hell.

I reach for them. My finger comes back coated in blood. I smell it, copper… I scratch the edge of the wound, poor Sam grunts, his dick stiffens suddenly and he spurts all over his shirt. Some blood has started trickling again from the wound…

Real, all so real, fucking real vampire bites… I come to the inevitable conclusion: there are vampires in this world…

I bite my lip.

A phone vibrates in the pocket of the vampire’s leather jacket.

Nire

The light that surrounded me slowly recedes. I look around. I am still in my old bathroom but this one is a bit different… this one is clean, in current use, as a matter of fact the water is still running in the sink. I turn it off and realize that my designer clothes have been replaced by my old white fluffy bathrobe.

I open it to check my body, my tits and thighs above my trimmed red bush, are still greyish. I sight in relief, at least I have not turned back to my boring human version.

This is definitely not Kansas anymore Dorothy. Everything seems to point to the fact that I have travelled through the mirror into the dull human me universe.

Checking my fangs in the mirror, I smile… an opportunity to start all over again, correct my beginner’s mistakes, a chance to fuck and drain the same people in new interesting ways.

The most delicious scent seeps under the door. Yhtak… mmmm.