Vanity

“I am sorry to be blunt, Felipe. Still, blunt as that may sound, why in the name of Holly Fucking Sake on Steroids are you trying to imitate a comic book super-hero character? You are not a Marvel Comics mutant, dear cousin, you are a vampire! Those bone claws growing from your arm are an impressive shapeshifting achievement for someone as young as you are. I give you that. Still, the imitation is ridiculous, and not very practical. Why do that?”

“Well, that Vampirela lassie in Itali does it! Why can’t I?”

“Do you want me to answer that question? Because if you do, I will, but there are so many things wrong with your position here that is hard to choose where to start.

First, that ‘lassie’ is an elder. Not even an average ‘Elder’ vampire of Earth, she is something else. Old enough to have lost her virginity with a dinosaur. And, she is an alien, not from this planet, not even from any nearby galaxy we may have heard about. So, who can tell what mental sanity even means for her culture of origin?

Then, there is the fact that, for all official purposes, she was a lowlife. Not even a civilized member of Nocturnal Society. Hardly a model to be imitated.

As matter of fact that changed, now she is a Queen, wife of the head of her family. Still, no one believes that family will last for long. Looks more like a scheme than like a legitimate newly stablished Vampire Family.

You, on the other hand, was a human born in a respectable Noble Vampire Family. Recently turned, you are now a quasi-decent child of the night.

That haircut you got yourself, plus the claws.

Really don’t help your image. People will make fun of you and it means they will respect our family a little less!

Now, why would you want that?”

“I don’t! I just…

Like how I look in the mirror.”