So, hi. My name's Amber, and I'm a vampire. I've, uh, not always been a vampire. Had a mom, dad, cat, dog, brother, the usual. It's just this most recent job which, you know, turned me.
I started out a daywalker, sort of human like everyone else. But there was this "transition", and poof! Going on about three years now, I'm a vamp. Not the typical- chocolate's more my lifeblood. And the whole holy objects thing burning me - meh. They might, but I'm Methodist. A recently warmed covered dish'd burn anyone.
What I'd really like to be is a zombie, though. I see them, shambling off the trains as they arrive. Each 15 minutes or so, at odd times new loads delivered. Plugged into tech, squinting at the sun, the siren song of Starbuck's green mermaid calling them back to a relative state of humanity. I see them. I'd like to join them, but there are layers of office building glass and expectation between us. Plus, it's really hard to suck life from the half-dead.
Right now, the powers-that-be decided to transition me again. I'm a in-between vampire. Cross-trained, they call it. Since the introduction to straight sunlight after three years of denial would cause anyone to burst into flames, the powers placed me in the in-between. Sort of a halfway house for the lunarally enchanted.
Now, some people see me, and some still don't. Work gets done, I wander the halls like a ghost with a more professional intent. Sort of a zombie, sort of a vamp, I guess that makes me an.. apparition. My agenda's transparent, my intent's pure.. if not horrifically corporately-minded.
I heard a new group of headhunters started their way through the ranks. It'd be petty and vindictive of me to approach them, flirt a little, see if I get a nibble. It'd irk the powers, of course, but... the idea makes me just lick my incisors, I have to admit.
Either way, sometime hopefully soon... I'll leave the nights of aloneness and step into morning light, meandering towards the ever-hopeful Finned Lady, finding my soul in the bottom of a sea of chai.
I started out a daywalker, sort of human like everyone else. But there was this "transition", and poof! Going on about three years now, I'm a vamp. Not the typical- chocolate's more my lifeblood. And the whole holy objects thing burning me - meh. They might, but I'm Methodist. A recently warmed covered dish'd burn anyone.
What I'd really like to be is a zombie, though. I see them, shambling off the trains as they arrive. Each 15 minutes or so, at odd times new loads delivered. Plugged into tech, squinting at the sun, the siren song of Starbuck's green mermaid calling them back to a relative state of humanity. I see them. I'd like to join them, but there are layers of office building glass and expectation between us. Plus, it's really hard to suck life from the half-dead.
Right now, the powers-that-be decided to transition me again. I'm a in-between vampire. Cross-trained, they call it. Since the introduction to straight sunlight after three years of denial would cause anyone to burst into flames, the powers placed me in the in-between. Sort of a halfway house for the lunarally enchanted.
Now, some people see me, and some still don't. Work gets done, I wander the halls like a ghost with a more professional intent. Sort of a zombie, sort of a vamp, I guess that makes me an.. apparition. My agenda's transparent, my intent's pure.. if not horrifically corporately-minded.
I heard a new group of headhunters started their way through the ranks. It'd be petty and vindictive of me to approach them, flirt a little, see if I get a nibble. It'd irk the powers, of course, but... the idea makes me just lick my incisors, I have to admit.
Either way, sometime hopefully soon... I'll leave the nights of aloneness and step into morning light, meandering towards the ever-hopeful Finned Lady, finding my soul in the bottom of a sea of chai.
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