Vampiric Verification

Oh, my Goddess. I bloody hit send. This is officially the worst mistake of my entire immortal life. How could I hit send without checking things over first?!

Earlier

“Time to see what is on in the wonderful world of television,” I said, flopping down onto the couch with the remote in my hand. I pressed the power button to turn it on and when the screen lit up, a local news anchor appeared. She began rattling off various news stories when one of the headlines caught my eye: Mutant Vampires Are Real.

My eyes went wide as panic coursed through my veins. Holy crap on a frigging cracker, what have I done?! Turning up the volume, I listened intently to the news report, my heart racing wildly in my chest. “There had been a strange sighting near the park this morning when a couple of joggers saw what appeared to be a 6’7” female with cat ears on the top of her head. Large angel-like wings protruded from its back. The creature was startled by the joggers as it tried to take flight. The latter recalled seeing a pair of white fangs as they described the encounter to the police officer that arrived shortly after.” A photo then popped up on the top left-hand corner of the screen and I could see the outline of what the witnesses had said, a tall female with cat ears and wings. Fuck.

I barely heard the rest of the report as the news anchor continued on. “Some are saying that it’s like something out of the X-Men movies while others say that it’s an entirely new species of humans. If the latter is to be believed, then are these genetically enhanced creatures real? How long have they been secretly living among us? Do they have powers? Are they good or bad? We will hear from Dr. Kentin, the leading expert on the supernatural, after this short break.” A commercial for a famous makeup brand then came on the screen, but I paid it no mind as I turned off the TV.

“They saw me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “They fucking saw me!” My Pegasus wings wrapped around me as if to offer comfort. I put my face in my hands as I groaned in exasperation and self-loathing. I was always careful about exposing my true form when interacting with humans. Whenever I go out, I would conceal my features with a spell that made me appear more human. “I have to figure out a way to reverse this,” I said, getting up from the couch and made a beeline for my bedroom.

I then quickly typed an email to Lucy, telling her to collect on a few of her favours at the news station in Las Vegas. I explained as much as I could about my family history so that Lucy can do some damage control before things really get out of hand. I skimmed over it and hit the “send” button. I then realized moments later that I didn’t send the electronic missive to Lucy but to Dr. Kentin, a scientist at the university who’s bent on proving that creatures like me really do exist. A loud dinging sound snapped me out of my reverie as I picked up my phone. Notifications were appearing one after the other as people tweeted about the news report. Shutting off the device, I threw it onto the other side of the couch and put my face in my hands again. Looks like I won’t be leaving the house for a while.

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