I look at my reflection, taking in the woman before me wearing a striking red halter dress that clung tightly to her curves. Her dark curls are all pinned up, leaving small curly tendrils on the side with her lips, painted to match the shade of her dress. Even when my irises are grey, there is still this certain allure, that only the vampiric version of myself can pull.
Like I'm made to lure men to their deaths.
I don't need my eyes to tell me what I'm feeling. I feel numb. Stupid.
My hands trembled when it hovers above my lower abdomen, where I might already be carrying his child. It was truly reckless and stupid of us, to fuck this fear out of ourselves when we're hoping that we did not conceive. It's like we're flirting with the very thing we feared.
I wonder if vampires had contraceptives like humans do. I wonder what they are, who I could get it from. They must have someone who provide these things.
