If anyone asked Carl why he was following a latex-clad woman across the carnival, his answer would be: “I don’t know, but I can’t stop.”
Any other day, a single glance would have been enough for him to lose interest but “any other day” was not that one, and so he walked at a steady pace, ten feet behind her, while dodging the happy crowd and their plastered smiles.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her slip inside the Fun House and continued the pursuit, stepping into a corridor of distorted images that only added to her mystery. He stopped to catch his breath, overweight legs barely holding him together. Scouring the environment once again, he found her everywhere.
Carl took three steps backwards, his shaved head hitting the corner of one of the mirrors. He stumbled on himself, inquisitive jaw slacking off. The other Carl next to him opened his mouth far and wide as if getting ready to scream. The last one on the row of reflections, closed his eyes.
A long, darkened nail scratched the polished sheen, cracks irradiating from its center like a terminal disease. Her impossible shadow lingered between them, a projection of primeval fear few lived to see for long. “Ten, nine, eight... why aren’t you moving yet?”
“Three, two, one... oh my, you don’t even know how to run straight. I knew humans were stupid but you are something else, aren’t you?”
“Still think I’m not attractive or are you hypnotized already?” She toyed with him. “Yes, vampires are real, that whole thing about not having a reflection is not, and yes, I’m reading your mind right now. It’s not really that hard seeing how small it is and getting smaller, your thoughts waning, my voice taking over... No, I don’t think you’re attractive either, but food is food and I’ve been hungry for a while. Was I supposed to be mad over you not wanting to fuck me? Oh please, I can feel what you have down there and that wouldn’t please anyone. Even a single nail of mine is longer and thicker, see? Now, be a dear and unbutton that collar for me.”
“How cute, you’re trying to get hard but you’re just proving my point, unless you want to offer me more than your blood to make me happy. Shall you go meet your Maker with your pants on or would you rather say hi to him for me, covered in jizz?”
Carl assumed his position, reverent legs and vacant gaze projected a hundred times all around, pumping his minuscule shaft while she laughed.
“How wonderful, a feast,” the seductive creature of the night sang before bringing them all to their knees. Her fun was only getting started.