"Wow, we look stunning," Haley said. "And definitely wicked."
"Yeah, we do," Breanne said. "There's still some time til the party starts. Let's do something."
"What did you have in mind?" Haley asked.
Breanne was about to answer, but before she could, she got hit with a wave of disorientation and nausea. And shortly after, Haley got hit with the same thing.
After regaining their balance, they looked at each other. They both had a look in their eyes that could only be described as ... hunger.
Or maybe thirst.
Breanne sniffed the air. Somewhere nearby was something that smelled so tasty. Haley sniffed the air as well. What was that smell? And why was it so enticing?
They left the house to try to find where the smell was coming from. And they came to the house next door. Breanne knocked on the front door and shortly later, it opened, revealing the next-door neighbor - Peter Willis, a local attorney. He was still dressed in his suit and tie.
Breanne sniffed him. The smell was coming from him.
"Breanne? Are you okay?" he asked, confused as to why his neighbor was there and why she was sniffing him.
Then, almost as a reflex, Breanne opened her mouth, baring her fangs, and bit down on the man's neck ... hard. Blood sprayed out, hitting Haley in the face and the rest dripped down the man's neck and onto his white shirt.
The horror that Peter Willis was feeling was apparently not felt by Breanne or even Haley, who as busy wiping the blood off her face with her hand and then eagerly sucking the blood off her fingers.
It wasn't until the man collapsed to the floor in a pool of his own blood, though, that it finally began to sink in what had happened.
"Oh god, Breanne," Haley said. "We ... we ... we're vampires."
