I look in the mirror and let out a scream of disgust. There's nothing there. Just a faint vision of what I think I used to look like. I used to have the bluest of blue eyes, blue as the summer sky. And my hair was long, and almost white, from so many hours in the sun. My tan skin, my long, thin face. I was of small stature, smaller than most boys of my age. Once in very good shape, and extremely thin, I am now just...there, shapeless. My skin is pale, and all the color has left my eyes. My hair is now almost black and short from catching on one too many fangs. I haven't grown an inch, which comes in handy when you're a vampire, and for some reason, I'm much more apt to be out in the night rather than the day. I'm much more capable of reading expressions now, while when I was human I was quite gullible. I have lost my sense of fun, and my friends are few. I had a great girlfriend back 50 years ago, when I was still 'alive.' I often wonder what became of her after I left their world. I don't believe I will be able to find someone to love here, all the girls are fighters. It's just not the same.
Then I see her again. Not just the most beautiful vampire in our world, but the strongest, smartest, and most powerful. Marie. How I long to be close to Marie, next to her, anywhere. I am always following her and trying to figure out her daily routine. I think that tonight at the club, Red Fire, I'll try to talk to her, dance with her, something. My dream is that she will say yes. She reminds me of my girlfriend back 50 years ago. Now that I think about it, her name was Marie also.
Inside Red Fire, the red strobe lights are flashing black shadows on the walls. And I saw Marie. Dressed in a short, black, glittering skirt and a tight red shirt that stood out among the crowd, everyone was staring, boys and girls alike. How could I have a chance with such a beautiful girl like her? What are the odds? Since I was 13 years old when I died, I didn't have much experience with girls. I was too caught up in the "feud." The only girl I ever had was Marie, the real Marie, the one who's probably sitting at home with her grandkids, eating cookies and reading stories. But all I have now is this Marie. Dark, mysterious Marie. Somehow she reminds me of my Marie, back where I used to call home. Both girls, being tall, skinny, brunettes, were wanted by many. I got one, why not the other?
I knew that was impossible. Or at least I thought it was until she came over to me, said hello, bought me a drink. I thought maybe she had the wrong person mistook me for someone else. She thought differently. Marie went on to tell me about her life when she was human. She was the same age as me when she died, even lived in the same town. And I realized that this WAS my Marie. Reunited at last. We spent the night dancing, singing, just being us, like we used to be. My sense of fun was slowly returning. My supposed "everlasting loneliness and unhappiness" curse drifted farther away. Now with Marie here, being a vampire isn't so bad as it was before. Not even my reflection bothers me...