Vampme - chapter 2

"Erin, you have to trust me, you have to open this door, you have to help me."

How can it be my voice?

"Go away," I say under my breath.

"I can't Erin; you have to help me, please..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck... What should I do?

I stand still. No noise coming from the other side of the door. I wait for a while and then I wait for a little more. Still no noise, nothing. I unlock the door and have a look. Nothing to the left, nothing in front of me, nothing to the ... Fuck!

I realize that I haven't told you about myself. I am a true redhead, yup true. I am a redhead up there; when I don't shave which is like ... err... every now and then, I'm a redhead under my armpits and of course I'm a proud redhead down there.

I have freckles all over my face and body; as I grew up I wasn't too fond of them but now that everything is where it should be I must say that they do look nice, and Mark says they look so kawai - yeah, sorry about that but Mark can sometimes be a bit of an Anime geek.

I have my curly hair straightened and I cut it short. My height is under average. I have tits, yey! They grew pretty late and it made me pretty worried when I was around sixteen. I'm a bit overweight. Oh, and I have what the French call a "grain de beauté" just above my pubis and I love my "grain de beauté". You get the picture.

Now, I've been catalogued as a Goth at school. It's not that I actually follow the whole spirit of the thing but I do like wearing black. What can I say, it goes with everything, on every occasion and it's a bit vampy too, I have to confess.

Why do I tell you all this? Well it's because for the first time in my life I get to see myself "live". Not in a mirror, not in a picture or a video, live. In front of me, there's me. Same round but sweet face, same nice butt, same hair cut, same everything. Three little things diverge: I am much paler than me... That sounds weird but you get the drill... My eyes glow with a reddish tint. And my teeth, no wait not my teeth, my teeth aren't teeth they look much more like fangs... Yeah so I am pretty much you're standard vampire...

I fall back on my ass. I was already on all four so the fall isn't really painful, furthermore it's not my ass I'm worried about right now, it´s my... that thing, right there in front of me. Just like your average crab, I crawl back into my room trying to close the door by kicking it. I'm not totally successful and the door pathetically reopens to reveal... Yes, you guessed correctly: me as a vampire.

"Erin, please, don't be afraid, you have to trust me."

"..."

Yeah I could have been more explicit, more original but put yourself in my shoes: VampMe, or in this case I should say VampYou is standing in the doorway to your room. You would be terrified, right? Actually now that I think of it, the fact that I didn't scream my lungs out is a proof of high self control. Well that and the fact that I live in New York...

"What..."

No wait, that´s quite offensive.

"...Who are you?"

VampMe is looking a bit embarrassed.

"It´s a bit complicated... I am you... Sort of..."

"..."

"I am ... you"

Seeing VampMe insecure like this makes me feel more ... secure.

"Well that´s clear, but how come you are me?"

"As I said, it's complicated."

"Well then uncomplicate it!"