Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.
One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?
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Vampire Short Story - Vampire for Hire
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
It wasn’t easy, obtaining a decent night job. In the first place, not many businesses were willing to do interviews for the night slots during the late evening hours, after the sun went down. Being a vampire, that was the only time when Jase could face the world – during the dark of night, that is.
So after months and months of futile job searching, he finally managed a late evening interview and had obtained a job. Although he wasn’t delighted with his position of market clerk, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Vampires couldn’t be choosy.
Being his first night on the job, he felt a bit apprehensive. He did wish that he’d gotten a job in the meat department rather than in the checkout line. Fresh meat would have really hit the spot, and clean up would have been a breeze! More like a festive occasion rather than a job, he contemplated.
He adjusted his idiotic looking white hat that he was required to wear. Across the bill were the words Packrat’s Market stitched in giant red thread. Beside the cheap, already frayed stitching rested a cute looking mouse with a knapsack of food slung over his shoulder. Jase supposed that the hat would hold a bit more merit if the owner had used a rat as the subject, rather than a mouse. Then again, a lot of people were unable to differentiate between the two – just as they were unable to tell a human from a vampire. He was ‘unliving’ proof of that.
Even so, he just didn’t feel very worthy in his existence. One bite had changed his ‘life’ forever. He had been the victim of a blue-eyed, blond-haired beauty. My, how he had been fooled. It had been love at first site for him; love at first bite for her. And after that piercing moment, she had left him lying on the streets. Obviously, she didn't care for anyone, or anything, except her own self, Jase reflected in deep thought.
So now he was faced with a worthless existence, a few notches lower than mankind. It was something that he would have to come to terms with or he would face a bitter, unfamiliar future.
A whirring noise caught his attention and he looked to the left, barely catching sight of the electronic handicap scooter racing by, heading towards Aisle Five – the bathroom tissue aisle. An ancient looking man was driving the piece of equipment at an ungodly speed. Obviously, the man was in need of bathroom tissue. Jase half expected to hear something crash, but all remained silent as the whir of the scooter mellowed into nothingness.