M is for Myg

“You’re safe here, Myg.” she said.

But it was damn hard to believe her with Vanny leering at me like that.

Just the same, I’d run out of ideas. Lisa is my oldest friend and she’s never not helped me when I’ve asked. So when I felt the need to leave Topgol, I finally threw myself on her mercy. I’m not so sure it was a wise choice though.
I followed them into the the tea room at Porn Stars, watching suspiciously as Vanny dutifully tended to Lisa. At a loss for how to proceed, I explained to Lisa my entire pathetic tale of woe is myg.

The blackouts that seemed to happen with increasing frequency. Then the entanglements with strangers in places I don’t remember. Then I explained how I’d lost my freckles, the final straw.

Oddly, like polite company I never once mentioned the elephant in the room. Like when you go to your cousin’s wedding and nobody complains directly to you that your mom is too drunk again and embarrassing the children, I didn’t want to point out the obvious - that Vanny was becoming a huge giant pain in my ass.

All the while, Vanny herself made bizarre faces, sent me telepathic death threats, then contradicted them with offers of assistance. At one point she even came up behind me, sniffed in my ear and told me my days were numbered. I hoisted my skirts just enough to show her the wooden stakes holstered there and she gave me a low hiss. Lisa had to yank her collar back, but she seemed to snap out of it.

What had gotten into us?

“Am I a vampire Lisa? I don’t seem to have the right pathology, but still, something in me is not right.”

She shook her head, thought it over I could see. “Sometimes the bite can awaken some dark impulse within. I’ve seen it happen before. But to be sure, there’s a blood test you can take.”

It sounded fine to me, but how do you go into doctor’s office and ask for a bloodtest to see if you’re a vampire without them calling the cops?

I tried to keep up my end of the conversation, but I really wasn’t feeling well. Was it the tea? Ugh. The smell suddenly made me gag. My consciousness began to fade in and out, like twilight sleep. And I started to get very confused.

Lisa was explaining the blood test, and something about the potential of blood necrosis, turning into a ghoul, needing a sire. And then came the offer, which I didn’t know how to refuse.

She towered over me then, formidable in her dark silken robes, and exposed a blue, veiny tender wrist. Vanny shot me a series of intense looks, but I had trouble focusing on her - she seemed to blur like water was running over her. I watched, frozen as Lisa took a knife and held her arm out over a cup. What was she doing?

Then - was that Vanny’s voice, of all people? Screaming in my head, painful as a migraine, “RUN! You see what I’ve become? Save yourself! RUN!”

It made no sense at all. But I had no time to figure it out because the pain crossed over my head and I just passed out cold again.

But this time I remembered everything.

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This entry was posted on Friday, May 4th, 2007 at 7:30 am and is filed under Capers, Lisa, Met a stranger, Second Life, Vanny.