A woman who had no luck with other women

"My name is Eve. Same as the Original Woman. I've been with an adam, whose name is actually Theodore. It's the right name for him, since he really is the gift of god. Contrary to my women."

"Your women?" - asked the vampire. She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands. Her face was beautiful and symmetrical.

'What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?', thought Eve. She couldn't resist the words of the famous poem. They were adequate to the situation. She also thought that Marlene is the living (or rather the undead) embodiment of vampirism. She cursed herself for falling into a trap. Marlene lured her as a potential friend. How did she know that Eve wanted friendship similar to the one in Sex and the City? Did she use her supernatural skills or was Eve so easy to read?

"You've been silent for a while."

"You tied me to the chair. Do you expect me to show good manners?"

"Good manners don't cost a thing."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Not yet. Tell me about 'your women'."

Eve felt how the quotation mark hit her in the face. She also felt that she had to empty her bladder before the organ made for bringing relief would turn into a torture device.

The vampire saw the suffering of the human sitting across the table. She was glad, because she knew that human would speak nothing but the truth. No one lies with a full bladder. She smile at the prospect of a cup full of delicious blood. The blood of liars tastes like cheap wine. The blood of the veracious tastes like mead.

"Darielka was the first one", said Eve. "We were roommates when we were studying together at the same university. We shared the same goals. To find a boyfriend was one of them. When I found mine and she didn't, our friendship was over. You may say the Cupid's arrow killed friendship. I really have to pee!

"The unfinished stories gets you sick."

"What?"

"Please, continue. You have two more to tell."

"How..."

"It's not your business, poor human."

"I met Dadymina at work. We had a lot of work in the office and a horrible boss. And one purpose: to survive, to support each other. It turned out that I had supported Dadymina. She just kindly accepted my help. She was hypnotizing, I couldn't resist. One day I plucked up the courage to say "no". Bad coffee, bad day and PMS helped me to do that.

She didn't say a word. She turned on her heel and left. She's been silent to this day. Fortunately, I got a better job without the horrible boss and a frenemy.

Snaky was the worst one. She was my psychotherapist. She helped me in my treatment of depression. I thought she was my friend. It turned out that a fake friendship was her method of therapy. So she left, too. May I go to the toilette now?

"Yes."

A nanosecond later, she cut Eve's ties with one of her long nails.

"Don't try anything", she said." Otherwise I'd have to kill you. And I'm not intending to, right now. Just sip a drop of your blood, that's all. And you can come back to your miserable life, the one without right women for you."

But Eve didn't listen. She rushed to the toilet, put the seat up and her elegant dress, that she'd chosen for the art opening, from which she was kidnapped by Marlene. She deceived her, like all of her friends. Suddenly, a new idea came to her mind. It was so crazy, that she had to look herself in the eye thanks to the toilet mirror. Maybe that was it? If she failed with a human woman?

The door went open, showing Marlene's face, covered with blood.

"I've changed my mind. I found another victim, even more truthful. And I can't get obese,"

"But..."

"But it was nice to meet you: the woman who had no luck with other women. Go back to your man and be aware that some have even less."