Written by ALLAN FEAR
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In the cold silence of the darkest of nights, I clung to a fleeting piece of lucidity and rose from my bed.
I staggered up the hill whose cold mist snaked down my legs and went home.
I looked in the mirror for my face. But the crystal refused to show my reflection.
The darkness seemed to sleep in the old rustic mirror on the wall of my rooms.
Where was my reflection?
The bitter taste of uncertainty made my being tremble.
Then the pieces of memories flashed through my mind like fireworks.
I remembered the beautiful brunette with green eyes who kissed me. I saw fangs grow, tearing at her gums, and then she bit me!
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The memories still make me feel the pain of the bite on my neck. The beautiful brunette sucked my blood in a hungry way, stealing my strength and making me shudder in the face of a strange and deep shiver.
My life was gone with the promise of her whisper that I would become immortal like her.
Is that why the mirror doesn't reflect my face? Vampires have no reflection?
But then a new piece of memory emerges from the alcove of my mind:
In the short flash of blurry memory, I see a figure come out of the shadows and drive a stake into the vampire's heart, then turn to my body, which exhaled the last breaths! ...
Dark, deep and intense just like the darkness in the black mirror crystal. Only that. And there is nothing more in my mind.
I shudder at the trust that the hunter drove his bloodstained stake into my heart.
I raise my translucent hands and I'm sure I'm not a vampire reborn from the dead, but a ghost wandering around my rooms.
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