As he sat in the chair, he started to feel ... weird. Or at least abnormal. He stood up and looked down at his blood-stained T-shirt. He took it off, thinking that he didn't want someone to see him in it, they might ask why there's a giant blood stain on it. But that wasn't the only reason. He didn't like it. The shirt. He knew that sounded weird, but it was true. He glanced down at Steve's lifeless body and looked at his shirt, his fishnet shirt. He liked that. He liked that shirt. He wanted that shirt.
Jason shook his head. What was wrong with him? Was this some sort of new side-effect of being a vampire? Where were these odd feelings coming from?
He turned his attention to Steve's closet and opened the doors. He grinned when he saw the outfits. Black, gothic, kinky. Before he decided to feed on Steve he hated all of this, but now he liked it. He ran his hand over the leather and vinyl and smiled, liking the feel of them. Then he took out a nylon shirt and put it on. He loved the feel of the material on his skin. Next, he took out a long black leather skirt, similar to the one Steve was wearing. Jason took off his jeans and put the leather skirt on, again loving the feel of it. He turned and looked at himself in Steve's mirror and declared himself sexy. All he needed now was a spiked collar and a pair of Steve's boots to make the ensemble complete.
He walked over to one of Steve's dresser drawers and opened it. While he looked for a spiked collar to wear, he heard a noise behind him. He quickly spun around to see ...
