I recently made a new friend of sorts; her name is Clarissa and she claims to be a vampire. I came across her one night in the alley, standing over a lifeless, bloody body. I watched in silence as she devoured blood; but, I was curious as to why she wasn’t taking the meat to eat later. I followed her; and, before she opened the door to her house, she turned around and demanded that whoever was following her show her/himself. I waited, thinking she was crazy; but, no, she really knew that I was there. I stepped out from the bushes; and, as I moved in closer, I noticed an eerie (but not unattractive glow to her skin). She invited me inside; I put my hand on the handle of the switchblade that was in my pocket. I didn’t really know what to think of her, but I would not be caught off guard.
She asked if I wanted anything to drink, but I told her that I was fine. She said, “Suit your self,” and she pulled out a vile of red liquid that I knew was blood…because of its distinct smell that I knew so well. She began sipping, telling me that her hunger had finally calmed down but that she needed to make sure it completely tapered off so she could get some work done. Her skin looked pasty with a yellow tint; and, when she smiled, I saw the distinctive fangs that everyone imagines when they hear the word “vampire.” But, I also knew that many people were having cosmetic surgery to look like vampires, too.
I listened as she told me about her previous life and how she easily worked as a computer technician from home, making tons of money that she never spent on food or other stupid things that humans required. I wasn’t sure if I believed all of what she said; but, she was entertaining enough to keep around for a little bit. I figured, though, one day, I’d have to find out if she immortal after all.
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