Buffy Benson was an ordinary student at State University, better looking and more promiscuous than the majority of the women there, but mostly ordinary. That ended one evening when her boyfriend bit her neck and turned her into a vampire like himself. Her new life had some ups and downs, but was generally an enjoyable one, partly because her heightened vampire senses make sex so much better and partly because she could take revenge on her enemy.

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That reminded Buffy of the conclusion to the previous night’s making out in his car. “Not so fast. I’m still pissed off at you for what you did to me. I didn’t ask to be made into a vampire, although it doesn’t feel too bad so far. I don’t know that I want to go anywhere with you.”

“Look, like I said, I’m sorry about that. If I’d have known how you felt, I would never have turned you, but I really like you, and I thought you liked me too. Anyhow, what’s done is done, and we might as well make the most of it.”

“Maybe that’s how you think, but I don’t want to get it on with somebody I’m pissed off at. Besides, how would I know you wouldn’t bite me again?”

“That’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about again. Vampires don’t have any blood in their veins, so I wouldn’t have any reason to bite you. Your blood was really delicious, by the way, some of the best I’ve ever tasted. How did you like this guy’s blood, by the way?” he asked, pointing at the mugger who was still standing near them, a vacant look on his face.

“If you must know, his blood was very tasty. Is it always like that?”

“Some is better than others, but it’s all good. Look, you don’t have to come with me, but I’m sure you know you have a lot to learn if you’re going to survive. I’ll tell you what. I really am concerned with your welfare, so come to my place and you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Buffy thought about that. She still wasn’t sure she wasn’t having some weird dream or wasn’t hallucinating from some drug Conrad might have slipped her, but she thought it was probably a good idea to follow him. If he was telling the truth, she had to trust him to survive.

“Okay, but promise you won’t try to pull anything.”

“I promise. Are you ready to go now?”

“How do we get there? Did you bring your car?”

“Don’t need a car. I can fly almost anywhere I want to go, and so can you. I’ll show you.”

“Fly? Me?”

“Yes. Just hold your arms out at your sides like this and start flapping them.”

As Buffy watched and imitated him, Conrad reached his arms out and started waving them up and down. She felt silly until, without any warning, the ground disappeared from under her. The newly transformed bat looked down and saw the dirt and grass she had been standing on, but she didn’t see her feet. She started flapping her arms, which had become wings, and rose rapidly, almost bumping into a tree branch overhead. Buffy continued turning her body and flapping her wings until she started getting the hang of flying while her more experienced companion, who had also turned into a bat, flew in place nearby and watched her efforts. He landed on the ground; she followed him, and they both reverted to their human forms.

“Flying isn’t as easy as you might think, but you’ll be alright with a little more practice. Now, just follow me.” Once again, he started waving his arms up and down.

Buffy imitated him again and, seconds later, she was following him as he flew high into the air headed south. They were above the trees, and she had no difficulty following him, until they flew to a tall building and he landed on the sill of an open window in the highest floor and jumped inside. Unsure of her ability to land as Conrad had, Buffy hovered outside, until he stuck his head, in human form again, out the window to talk her in.

“Stretch your legs out until your feet land on the window sill, and then jump inside. Don’t worry if you don’t make it the first try, because you’ll still be a bat, and you can come back and try again.”

Buffy was glad to hear that, and she did as he instructed her. On her first try, she stuck her feet too far out in front of herself, and fell backward when she tried to jump through the open window. Flapping her wings furiously, she rose above the window and returned to try again. This time, she landed properly on the sill, and a quick push with her feet propelled her through the window and she landed on the carpeted floor. She was in what was apparently Conrad’s bedroom and, seconds later, she was a 19 year old woman again, sprawled out on the floor and exhilarated by her first experience of flying with her new wings. After seeing she had landed safely, Conrad pulled his head back in and stood looking at her and smiling.

George Boxlicker

Livros