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Chapter 3: The Morning After

                “Ahh…” a slurred moan escaped Angela’s lips as she gradually awakened from her slumber. Her vision was still spotty although her hearing and sense of smell were surprisingly focused. As consciousness seeped through her, she was hit with one phenomenon: thirst. She slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position and noticed she was completely naked except for the bed sheet draped on top of her. She played and replayed the events of a few hours ago in her head as tears started to form in her eyes.

“Sick fuck. Vampires don’t exist. Deacon had to be some role-playing freak high on who knows what,” she reasoned to herself. Angela felt strong enough to stand up and look for her clothing. Her dress was torn but she managed to get her panties on. She found her leather jacket and zipped it up.

                Angela was interrupted from her musings as Clara walked inside the room with a carafe and a wine glass. Angela looked at her in disbelief as Clara sniffed the air and a smile appeared on her face. “You’re one of us now! The transformation will be complete within 72 hours,” she quipped. Angela could barely contain her anger. “What the hell is all this about? I was attacked by that creep you introduced me to last night and -”

                Clara cut her off as she flipped her red hair past her shoulders. “Listen, I know it’s not the prettiest method to get you out of your rose-colored dream world but Deacon – he’s a genius! You should be happy that you were privileged enough for Deacon to turn you. Vampires – we’re everywhere you look. I’m definitely not the first vampire you’ve met!” She was beginning to rant now. “Deacon will be the one to lead us out of hiding and into being the masters of the earth, with humans as nothing but livestock! A war is coming and soon you’ll be glad you’re on the winning side!” Clara composed herself and said, “Anyway, I thought you could use this” as she shoved the now-full wine glass into Angela’s hands.

                Angela sniffed at the bottle. “This is blood!” she said incredulously. Angela was not thinking clearly as she grabbed the carafe and smashed it against a bed table breaking it in half. She was running on pure animal rage. She did not feel like herself when she forced the sharp edges of the bottle half into her friend’s throat. She twisted the bottle until blood ran down her hands and started to form a puddle on the floor. “Mphucckk…!” Clara tried to speak but only guttural noises were coming from her as she swerved around the room in a panic. Angela took the opportunity to wrap the bed sheet around her and run out of the room.

                Gone was the hypnotic and thumping music of last night. The club was now a deserted ghost town. Before she knew it, Angela had somehow maneuvered herself through the puzzling corridors, ran through a back exit and found herself in a dingy alley. It was dark out with a bit of light from the rising sun. Almost dawn. She saw a discarded pair of slacks on top of a heap of garbage but quickly decided that even that was better than walking around town in a bloody bed sheet. She put them on, trying to ignore its blood tainted scent that was wafting to her nostrils. She ran through alleys until she reached a boulevard and managed to hail a taxi.

                The taxi driver looked at the hot mess in his rear-view mirror as she instructed him to drive her to her apartment on the other side of town. Not the most unusual thing he had seen in that part of town. On the ride over, Angela felt her thirst intensify. She heard a rhythmic thumping in her ears, an almost sweet and seductive melody. “My heartbeat? No. The cab driver’s heartbeat.” She was glad to find her ID case still in her front pocket and hurriedly paid the cab driver and went to her apartment building. She felt a little more normal as she unlocked the door and stepped inside familiar surroundings.

             Angela crossed the foyer and stopped to look at herself in the mirror. She looked like the living dead. “This can’t be real. He must have drugged me,” she thought to herself. Her thirst was amplifying. She stalked over to the kitchen and went to the fridge. A whole bottle of water. A glass of cranberry juice. A can of soda - and still her thirst intensified and started to burn. She managed to take a quick shower, but she was tired and running on empty and did the only thing she could. Angela collapsed on her bed and dreamt the strangest, blood-soaked dreams.

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Several hours later…

                “Immune to the poison that can afflict us … walks in the light of day as a human.” Deacon Frost sat at a carrel, with an ancient book in front of him. The sickly glow of his laptop provided him with enough light to read, which also illuminated his complexion, giving his face a blue hue. His thoughts kept going back to last night, to turning the girl Angela. He couldn’t wait to see her again. After he drank her blood he felt energized, not the usual fatigue he got from turning a human. The ringing of his mobile phone interrupted his musings.

- “Yeah?”

- “Uhh boss ahh I’ve got some bad news.” It was Quinn.

- “What is it?” asked Deacon, annoyed

- “Ahh your new plaything, she attacked Clara.”

“I wouldn’t say that that was exactly bad news,” said Deacon with a sadistic smile playing across his lips.

“Well she’s gone and we don’t know where she is…”

“How ‘bout you fucking find her?” Deacon hung up. He could probably find her himself. More than likely she would have gone to the most obvious place – her house.
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