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The flashes from the cameras went off like mad. Racks of clothing were lined up on the far wall, a small make-up station to the left. The windows were all boarded up so tight that no sunlight could get in. Lights were tilted down, shining the people up under them. The theme of the photo shoot was dark fantasy. A fitting theme considering the young female, who was a real vampire, played a fake vampire.

“Tilt your head slightly up Cosmina.. yes like that!” The photographer said excitedly as he snapped away with his camera. A young male model had his head in her lap while sitting on the backs of his legs, while Cosmina sat on a make shift trunk with a dark forest background. She ran her hand through his hair while looking down at him with thirst in her eyes. Fake blood ran from the two puncture wounds on his neck, his white shirt stained with the rest.

“Now Allan, I want you to sit up and almost bite her neck. Cosmina, look at the camera with an intimate look. Yes! Perfect!” Again, he excitedly snapped away, Cosmina changing poses and expressions every few seconds. It was a good thing that Allan was not a real vampire, like Cosmina. It was a highly intimate act between two Vampires to share their blood between them, an act that she had not done in over a century and a half.

Eyes opened, greeted by a dark room lit only by a few candles. A wooden door was straight ahead from the end of the bed, held up by stone walls that reached high up. Her head pounded, and she couldn’t remember what happened. All she could remember was Maggus with a young farmer boy. She ran, and then he.. bit her. Cosmina’s hands flew to her neck to feel for something, anything, but all she could feel was smooth skin. ‘Did I dream it?’ she thought to herself, unsure of anything she thought. Suddenly, the sounds of nails scratching on stone pierced her ears. Pain shot through every nerve, hands covering her ears in an attempt to drown out the sound. “What is that god awful sound?!” Cosmina cried.

“Those are the rats down the hall. Block it out.” A voice said, soothing hands placing themselves over Cosmina’s. “Concentrate.”

After a few moments of piercing pain, the sound began to fade. Not all the way, but enough to tolerate. “Maggus…” Cosmina whispered. “What did you do to me?” she asked, looking up at him with pain in her eyes. Maggus looked down at her with a loving expression, running a hand through her hair. “I made you young and beautiful forever. I made you what I am. Vampire.”
“What do you mean Vampire?” Cosmina questioned, but got her answer quickly. Sudden thirst hit her, her hands reaching up to her throat. Never had she felt it so dry, so deprived of moisture. The back of her throat itched, the feeling overwhelming.

“Ok! That’s all for today!” the photographer yelled, nodding a thanks to the models. Cosmina stood. “Good work today Allan!” she smiled, making way to the racks of clothing. One attendant unzipped the back of her dress, Cosmina moving behind the changing screen to change out of the clothes, and into her outfit.

Allan had come up, towel in hand as he wiped the fake blood off. “Hey Cosmina.. I was wondering.. would you like to go grab a bite to eat?” He asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Cosmina came around from behind the screen, grabbing the lip gloss to touch up her make-up. Luckly for her, she didn’t get any fake blood. “Aw Allan you are sweet.” She said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, but I’m not really hungry..” For food anyways. Blood I’ll take though! “Maybe next time ok?” Cosmina didn’t wait for an answer as she dashed out the door. The sun was just beginning to go down, and she couldn’t wait for breakfast.