You look into the mirror, and you see nothing.
You frown. This is new. Your head is throbbing, and you feel drowsy. You're having trouble seeing things clearly. What happened last night? All you remember is going to that warlock's crazy party – you should have known that nothing good could have come of a warlock's party.
You continue staring at the mirror. Still nothing. Your mind is slowly waking up, and you're starting to get nervous. The different possibilities of what could have happened whizz through your mind. Maybe you drank an invisibility potion by accident? No, that can't be – you can still see your hands and legs. Maybe it's a prank? Maybe the mirror's broken – but you know that that is impossible the moment you think it.
That's when you realize: weren't there all those vampires at the party?
Shit.
You start raking your hands through your hair. This could prove to be a massive problem. It's not like you have anything against vampires – but it's still an unnecessary nuisance. How am I supposed to tell my friends? It's not something you can just drop into a conversation. You are also starting to get very hungry – and if your suspicions are true, then you won't be able to eat anything.
Where the hell am I supposed to get blood from?
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my writings
De Todoi like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
