Chapter 7: To be a Vampire

Tommy stared at the beauty that still straddled his lap, his hands firmly on her thighs. She blinked innocently at him.

A vampire?

He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around that, yet the bleeding bite mark on his neck told him otherwise.

Writing about vampires, painting them, it had been Tommy’s way of analyzing the sins of humanity, the darkest sides of human nature.

He’d never considered the possibility that vampires were real.

Now he had one on his lap, in his bed, whose portrait he was painting. Ironically, he’d already decided to use her as a character in his next Bloodborne graphic novel. A character that was a vampire.

“You’re a vampire,” he said as if saying it aloud would calm the hysterical deafness in his mind.

“I am,” Emilia said with a nod.

Tommy sighed, drumming his thumbs on her thighs. He watched as the color started to drain from her cheeks. The skin beneath his thumbs cooled considerably.