Your Reflection?

You stare into the mirror and barely recognize the girl who stares back at you. Your skin is smooth, perfect, and pale as alabaster. Every minor flaw or birthmark you have is simply gone.

In contrast to your paler skin, your blonde hair shines like gold. Not a single hair is out of place. You run your hand through your hair and it just seems to fall back into place.

Your breasts seem larger. A trick of the light? You cup your right breast in your hand and it is larger, but just as round and perky as before. Your touch gives you a wicked thrill.

You tease your breast enjoying the feeling, and admiring your perfect manicure. Your fingernails shine like obsidian and are razor sharp. Although, you don’t remember having them done.

You grin. Your full, shiny, blood red lips curling into a smile, revealing bright white canines that look longer and sharper than you remember.

Your blue eyes sparkle red with mischief and hunger.

You reflection blurs as a wave of thirst hits you. You glide into the kitchen and grab a glass. You pour out your morning mainstay, orange juice. Condensation forms on the cold glass.

You pick it up and swallow a bit. The taste is beyond foul and you paint the walls with it. You look through your fridge and nothing looks good.

“I guess I’m taking a quick supermarket trip.” You say to yourself.

You step out into darkness. You close your eyes and find yourself by your car door. Your tongue is painfully dry. Thankfully, it’s a short drive to the nearest supermarket.

You enter and are drawn by a delicious smell. You find yourself in back at the butcher’s station. A bloody steak looks wonderful. Your mouth waters.

The butcher looks at you.

“Could I get a couple pounds of that steak?”

“Sure, miss. Anything else?”

On a whim you ask. “Can I get some of the blood?”

“You making blood sausage?”

“Something like that.”

“Sure, can do.”

He weighs your steak and hands it to you wrapped in crisp white paper. He pours blood into a plastic pint container. You grab it, trying not to look too eager.

“Thank you,”

“Anytime.”

You make a beeline to the cashier as your mouth waters. You pay quickly. The moment you reach the parking lot you pop open the top of the blood. You glance around, making sure you are alone. Then you begin chugging it.

It tastes wonderful, though it seems to be missing something. It could also be warmer.

As you slide into your car feeling refreshed, you ponder the unthinkable. Are you going mad or are you becoming a vampire?

You drive for a bit, trying to understand what is happening to you. Eventually, you head home. You lay down in bed a bit before sunrise. Sleep takes you instantly. You dream…