Chapter Two
The furry man looked perplexed, disoriented, like an innocent peasant boy who had come across a beautiful princess. He also looked a bit like a shaggy dog.
"Uh... what?"
"My boyfriend. All men want to be my boyfriends: the pizza guy, the postman, the handsome guys on television who also try to sell me things, being the very avatar of beauty and grace on earth is bound to command attention! Also, these help."
I gave the pair a bit of a bounce and a swing-around for emphasis, finishing off with a little drumming piece. Generally the old 'dance of the twin elephants' makes people agree, or at least shuts them up. This guy just burst into laughter.
"Ha ha, wow, a Malkavian! You're even more fucked than I'd imagined! Listen, I'm Jack, how about I help you out by telling you what's up?"
My hypnosis having failed, I took him up on his offer:
"You smell like a documentary on scarabs."
"Right, right. Anyway, figured someone should at least let you in on the basics. Have you even had a drink?"
"I don't have time to indulge your romantic advances by going for a drink! Besides, I don't touch the stuff, I'm a pure girl. Well, apart from beer, hard liquor, cheap wine and various other things of questionable fitness for human consumption. Besides, my beloved, um... oh dear, didn't catch his name... my beloved person will be out here at any moment!"
At this point the shaved bear was starting to look around for heavy blunt instruments, but failing that, he cut me off.
"Look, just shut up, I'll make it quick. You're a vampire, you drink blood now. Don't tell anyone. Now I'm out of here before my head explodes. A cab will pick you up for Prince-Boy's job."
With that, he actually crashed through a fence, cursing and swearing as he hurried to get away from here. I barely noticed, though; my mind was elsewhere.
A vampire. I was a vampire. The dream had finally come true!
With near-supersonic speed I whipped out the make-up kit, and plastered on as much black eyeliner and -shadow as possible without actually making it hard to blink, and deep onyx lipstick to reflect the dark shadows in my very soul that I discovered about twenty seconds prior, wracking my frail, innocent corpus, or should I say corpse, with their cruel, edgy and really, really cool corruption!
This was the best thing. Ever.