Friday, April 8, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 47 - part 3)
It was agony. It was death and yet it was birth. I was me and yet I was different.
I definitely feel - different - but exactly how different, I don't know.
Maybe I've been overdoing the gym thing. Working out too much, causing my body to just say no.
Damn, it feels like I'm running ten times faster than I did just yesterday.
Someone has built a fire close by. Very close by. I can hear the sizzle.
What the hell?
But the moment I walked in the building, I started to feel much better. Cool relief just getting out of the sun.
I know you are supposed to use sunblock and limit your exposure but no one told me that the sun can be so intense it makes you catch fire.
I wanted to met her because she looks...
Where the hell did that thought come from?
"Keep your fangs to yourself mister."
"What? What fangs?"
"Does the innocent line work on any of your intended victims?"
This was just too weird for me. I decided to stop by the hospital and have a check up.
"We do not serve your kind here. Try the science lab."
My kind? Since when do hospitals refuse to serve men?
I decided to show them. I went back in to grab some stuff from a store room.
I think Constance has been overworking herself. What monsters? It's only me and her.
I ended up with several packs of plasma from the plasma bank. I don't quite know why that's what I wanted to grab but it was. This has been the weirdest day.
"That will be 3,000 simoleons please."
"Aren't you here for the vampire cure?"
"I'm here because the hospital said you people help my kind. I still don't understand anything."
She flipped out a little pocket mirror and handed it to me.
I very nearly dropped the mirror. Holy havoc, I knew my skin was looking a bit different today - but the eyes, the teeth. No, not teeth, fangs. I have fangs.
I am a vampire and the dark is much kinder to me than sunlight.
Suddenly the day made more sense. The problem with sun, the feeling that someone was prey, the refusal of the hospital to even look at me and why I stole plasma.
When I met Lucille during the day, it was like normal. Like from before being a vampire. I could chat, flirt, and joke but there was nothing different about how I could interact with her. The main difference was that bit about thinking of her as prey.
At night, I can do so much more. Now I can read minds and force others to think of me.
It was very late from a human point of view, so I left the Spinster house and headed for the gym.
I stayed at gym long enough to work up a huge sweat, then headed for home.
I slept away what little night remained and well into the day. It's going to be hard to switch to sleeping during the day. Habits are a hard thing to break.
It turns out vampire powers are no match for broken showers. My shower stayed broken in spite of what I tried.
Guess I'll just have to repair it.
But not now. Right now, I need plasma. Soon.
I hope he's a very nice guy.
How do you put this? I need a Vampire for Dummies book. That would be useful. "Look, can I put the bite on you? Literally?"
"I need plasma, Angelo. I need to drink. Would you?"
I can't say that Angelo was exactly enthused by my request. But he did willing offer his arm.
"I'm trying but it's not easy. Stop moving so much." I didn't tell him it was my first time. Nor that I was in trouble because we were outside and the sun was already hurting me.
But man, was that tasty. Way better than the plasma packs from the hospital.
Yes, there is a monster. And it's me.