I shake my head. No, no, no! This must be only my imagination. Somehow, a thought crosses my mind. Is it? Is it only my imagination? Suddenly Honey’s words are flashing in my mind—a vampire, X-potion. I take a long breath after that, inhaling and exhaling. I feel the air entering my nose and then leaving it a few seconds later. Finally, I am calmer.
I gather my courage to raise my head once again and stare at the reflection in the mirror. The same face, the monster, a vampire, is staring at me as if mocking me. There is blood dripping from my upper lip. I see four fangs grow; the two fangs of my lower jaw injured the upper lip, while the two fangs of my upper jaw didn’t hurt my lower lip.
The fragrance, the color, and the trace of my dripping blood are inviting my eyes to see them inten
