I woke up in my coffin, same as always. So much time behind me, so much time in front of me. When you live forever, what even is the point of time?
I felt my body rise, as if on a pulley system. There was only one way to sleep comfortably in a coffin, and as such, there was really only one way to get out of it comfortably.
After I was fully erect, I exited my sparse bedroom. The sun was up outside, so there was only one thing to do to pass the time.
As I sat at the computer, I thought of my days as a mortal. It was hard to remember, even though it wasn’t that long ago. Let’s see, 8am… I think I would eat breakfast around this time. The thought of food wasn’t a pleasant one, but the memory was a rare fond one from before I asked to be turned.
Even though I was distracted, I finally reached the end of available knowledge to be found on the internet. My mentor said it would happen if I kept at it. I must admit, I didn’t see the point of researching vampires online. Now that I was one, wouldn’t all the vampire-ness that I need just come naturally, like instinct?
My mentor didn’t think so and refused to train me until I had reached the halfway point of the first vampire tome. Finishing my research on the internet meant I’d finally gained the knowledge to know where to purchase such a book. I settled on the couch to read it, checking the time against my better judgement. 12pm… Lunch time if I was at work.
The book was much more interesting than I’d found the mix of conspiracy theories and half-baked semi-truths on the internet to be. It held some basics that anyone who’d ever watched TV would know: sun and garlic–bad; plasma and night–good. Ugh, if I had so much to learn, this book was taking it’s time to get me there.
I’m not sure how my mentor knew I’d moved onto the vampires tomes from the internet, but he showed up at my home a few hours later. His superspeed limited his time in the sun, and he liked to use it when he was around me, to show off that I had much to learn.
I stood up to greet him, and he nodded towards the vampire tome on my couch. He announced that this was our first lesson, and before I could ask any questions, he hit me with a sample of what he could do.
I’d never seen a vampire do this, and certainly couldn’t do it myself. I felt weird, but good, and very suggestible. There was a green light enveloping my mind, ensnaring my willpower. In that moment, had my mentor told me to stand outside in the bright daylight until my undead life was no more, I would’ve happily done it.
The moment passed as quickly as it started.
“What the hell was that?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“A way to never go hungry again,” said Caleb, my mentor.
“I don’t go hungry,” trying to keep my temper, “I am as persuasive as I was in life. Only a few I’ve set my sights on have ever told me no.”
“Mmm, must be nice,” replied Caleb with a smirk. “I suppose you don’t need my help then. Why am I here?”
Instead of responding, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Without words, I mimicked what he’d done, but my green light seemed to hit his body and fall to the floor.
Confused, but undeterred, I continued to send the light his way. It only got worse.
At that point, the light ran out, but I continued the motion in hopes it would return.
Caleb waited patiently for me to finish, much like one would wait out an attacking puppy, knowing they would themselves out eventually with little to no harm done.
“I don–I don’t understand,” I said. “Why couldn’t I do it?”
“Because some things work on more than instinct,” said Caleb. “You’ve been a vampire for what, a few months? It’s only your stubbornness up until now that has kept you such a novice. Listen, can I tell you a secret?”
He leaned in as if there was someone who would overhear us.
“You have great potential,” he whispered, his already raspy voice becoming even more thready.
“Yes, all the local vampires can tell. If you would just focus, and try to really learn our ways, there’s nothing that can stop you.”
“Now then,” he abruptly switched back to his normal demeanor, friendly if a bit bored, “You should feel drained after your failed attempt to replicate my handiwork. Rest, recharge, I’ll be back soon to pick up where we’ve left off. Try to have read some more of that book by then, please?”
Then he was off.
I felt a range of emotions after Caleb took his departure. He was right, I was tired. But more than anything, I was thirsty. Unlike some vampires, I didn’t need mind control to sate my thirst. I checked the time. It was 7pm, a time that used to be my dinner time. How fitting.
I headed outside, knowing the setting sun was no longer an issue. A vivacious redhead caught my eye, so I walked up to her to introduce myself.
“Hello, miss, I saw you walking past, and simply had to stop you. How are you today?”
She smiled at me and said, “better now.”
“I’m so happy to hear that,” I said, feeling my natural charm kicking in. Some things really were instinctual. “Do you know where you are? Aren’t you worried?”
“I know I’m in Forgotten Hollow, where all sorts of things lurk in the shadows. I’m not afraid.”
Ah, so she was one of those. Some Sims sought out this neighborhood, hoping to run into one of my kind. She would be even easier than I thought when I first saw her walking past in shorts that were barely longer than her sweater.
“If you know where you are, then perhaps you know who, or rather, what I am?”
“I have a guess,” she said with a giggle, “but perhaps you could show me?”
“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
I switched into my dark form.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I–well, you’re not what I was expecting at all. You don’t seem… scary… at all…,” her voice was getting more breathy, so I knew now was the time.”
“Since I’ve done you the favor of showing you the truth about me, perhaps you could give me something in return?”
“Anything,” she answered her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. I could almost hear her heart rate speeding up, and I could almost see her carotid artery pulsing with the increased blood flow.
I smiled as I reached for her, about to give us both what we wanted.
Hey eyes were half open as her knees bent and she leaned into me. My strong hands tilted her head to one side to expose the soft flesh of her neck. Her smell was intoxicating and I knew her taste would be too.
My fingers laced through her hair and the sharp points of my teeth found their home. The first taste of plasma rushed over my tongue.
She leaned into me, moaning as if she was really enjoying this. I wanted to savor the moment, deepen the connection, but her racing pulse made that impossible. Like drinking gatorade after a hard workout, I rushed to keep up with the flow.
Finally, very slowly, I stopped my drink and pulled away. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew that there was a limit any Sim could handle. And this precious plasma fruit of a woman didn’t deserve to die, not today.
Her arms had begun to wrap themselves around my waist, so I had to slowly extricate myself from her grasp. She stood there, barely able to hold herself up.
I wanted to do more, to say more, but I didn’t. Since asking to be turned to a vampire, I’d kept my distance from regular Sims. They were mortal, and that was something I just couldn’t handle, no matter if I couldn’t get her smell, or taste, or touch, out of my mind.
Feeling my thirst satisfied, and knowing I was still very tired, I went back to my house. I trusted the Sim would be okay. After all, she came looking for this experience, so hopefully she had a plan to get home safely.
I returned to my bedroom, and climbed in my coffin.
My last thought before slumber consumed me was a hope that I would wake later than breakfast-time the next day. I didn’t want more reminders of my mortal life. I wasn’t that man anymore. This was a new life, a life after death.