Fourth reflection

Erin is fixing her makeup in front of the mirror in staff locker room. She is wearing her work uniform. Behind her, Susan is taking a shower. Erin seems carefree. She blinks a few times to make sure her mascara is properly spread.

The image blurs.

The whole scenery is much darker. At least two of the three neon lights are off. The Erin staring back, is different. She seems to be a couple of inches taller; she is wearing her work uniform as well but the shirt is open on her chest. She does wear a bra. She does not wear a scarf either. The bite marks are nearly faded. Only two small darker spots remain where she had an open wound just a day before. Her skin is nearly grey and her eyes burn with an unnatural yellow glow. Satisfied with her makeup, she smiles. Her mouth opens on a pair of inhuman fangs.

She turns around a takes a few steps towards the cabin where Susan is showering. She knocks on the door and pushes the handle. The door opens on the small masseuse. Her hair is covered in shampoo, her eyes are closed. She seems disturbed by the intrusion. She protests. Erin steps into the stall.

The light flickers.

Erin is in the stall, a hand on the blonde’s throat, holding her pinned to the wall, feet dangling in the air a few inches over the ground. Susan has a hard time breathing, her eyes are drowned in terror. She punches Erin but the redhead does not seem to feel it. She stands tall and firm, unmovable.

The light flickers again.

Erin has her mouth glued to the masseuse’s neck. The expression on Susan’s face is now ecstatic. Her eyes and mouth are wide open. Her lips wording the vampire’s name again and again. Her left leg is uncontrollably kicking. Her toes are curled up.

Blood starts to spill down the small frame of the blonde mixing with the soapy water, disappearing into the plughole.

The image blurs again.

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As normal light crawls back all over the mirror, I stare at my own reflection. My eyes are hallucinated, my hand is over my mouth and my lower belly is riddled with butterflies. That was fucking intense.

“Erin? Ready to go?”

Susan steps out naked of the shower. She is drying her hair with a towel, her whole naked beauty in display. I bite my lip, feeling how my slit starts to seep.

“You all right?” She asks again.

“Agh…” I cough, “yeah sorry, I was just… let me change into my civilian clothes and we can hit some bars…”

“Sure,” she says smiling.

As she walks to her locker, I find myself staring at her ass. Round, firm, bubbly, a handful…

Three hours later, we are sitting at the counter of a bar in a nightclub. In front of me, a scotch, in front of Susan, a beer. I danced and made out with two guys already but I cannot stop myself from staring at Susan’s neck. The vision is still so vivid in my mind, the image of her neck and cleavage covered in blood keeps popping up. No number of kisses, groping hands or sneaky fingers have been able to distract me from what I actually want tonight.

“Erin?” Susan asks me with a seductive smile, “how about we ditch this place and head to my flat for a nightcap?” She says laying a bill on the table.

“I… sure…”

Twenty minutes later, the keys to my coworker’s place fall on the thick carpet of her entrance.

“What can I get you? Red wine?”

“Sure…”

She walks to a pantry below a large mirror and takes out a bottle, two glasses and a corkscrew.

“You’ve been staring at me all evening Erin…”

“I… sorry… yes… I think I have…”

“Don’t apologies, I liked that… I didn’t know you swung that way…”

“Me neither…”

“Never been with a woman before?”

“Not that I can remember…”

“Not even once… not even in college?”

“I did not go to college…”

The glass in my hand is slightly shaking. Susan takes it and leaves in the counter. She closes in on me. I drown myself in her deep green eyes. Her lips are warm, burning even…