For years, she'd tried to convince herself and others it was true- others were much easier to corrupt. In the mirror, she saw a face her own, yet altered: slightly longer canines, sicklier level of pale, sharper hued eyes. Sadly, she was well aware 'twas a hoax.
However, it didn't have to be.
Day after day she glimpsed him standing there, back against the dingy stonework running his fingers along the engravings she never could read. He was one of them, she knew.
Today, she was utterly done with living in this pitiful fallacy of humanity; school was canceled, but she took the route in stride, weaving through prom goers and parents inconspicuously.
Only this time she turned down the alley.
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VampireI was tagged for this vampire challenge thing. So here you have it. All her life she's noticed him. She's wanted to be like him. Don't they usually attack? Don't they usually turn? She actually wants it. But can she get it? ^-^ ×'×
