What if...
You wake up in the middle of the night with aches all over you. And the bright glow of the fluorescent bulb in your room makes you squint in discomfort; you must've forgotten to turn it off before sleeping. Though your memory is a bit foggy--stress, maybe--you remember walking down the street by 8p.m on a stroll.
The aches make you wriggle weakly and you turn to lie on your right side but a scream finds its way off your larynx. You lurch at the sight of a stranger lying naked beside you. Impulsively, you jump out of the bed screaming, the pains on your joints have suddenly gone, it was nothing compared to the horrific sight lying on your bed. But the stranger doesn't move. His skin is pale, as if drained of blood, and there are two small holes on his neck, it looks like he's been stabbed with a barbecue fork. Green lines that look like veins run all over his white face as if he has been infected by a deadly virus. He's dead. A dead stranger in your room... how? you feel your heart throbbing.
Reaching for your phone, you dial 911, hoping to connect quickly. Impatient, you bite your lips gently--something you do habitually. There's a weird taste on your lips, the taste of blood tonic or stuff like that but you don't remember taking such thing. You run your tongue across your lips, getting the weird-tasting stuff mixed with your saliva. You spit, blood; the weird-tasting stuff on your lips is blood. You rush to the mirror on the wall and stare, petrified at the reflection you see. Your mouth is covered with blood and your eyes are red, then you know...
"Hello? Are you there? This is the state's Emergency Service. You're online now. Please say something." A male voice says through the phone's speaker. You ignore him.
"Hello? Hel--"
You drop the call and sigh nervously, observing yourself in the mirror. You push your long hair backwards to reveal a scar on your neck. Two dot-like marks, just like the ones on the dead man's neck.
"It's back," you whisper. "I wasn't cured..."
You pick the phone again and call Professor.
"I'm in the middle of a research, can you call me later?" You hear him speaking groggily.
"It's back, Professor. The cure wasn't permanent," you say. "There's a stranger on my bed. He's dead and naked. I don't remember what we both did but he's dead, with bite marks on his neck."
"Damn it," His voice gets wakeful. "This is bad. I think you bit him. Remember when you were bitten at the club? You died and resurrected after two hours, a very different person, an evolving vampire. My formula was supposed to terminate the evolution. But if you actually killed that person, then my cure didn't work very well... what's the time?"
"1 a.m," you reply quickly.
"As an evolving vampire, you can only turn beastly again in three weeks. Right now, you're human and very vulnerable, You've got to get the hell out of--"
Your phone beeps, the battery's dead, the screen blacks out, and Professor's voice dies off. You sigh, and stare at your reflection again.
You see someone through the mirror, slowly rising behind you. His skin is pale and green lines that look like veins run all over his white face. He's the dead stranger, and he has resurrected, with death in his eyes, full of thirst for blood.
Your heart resumes pounding. Noticing his slow, zombie-like pace, you quickly run towards the door. But few steps to the key, everywhere suddenly becomes dark. There's been a blackout and you're in the same darkness with evil. A sniff comes at your neck, a snarl follows, then... you feel something sharp sting you.
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