Free to Write

"I see," the Vampire said thoughtfully, as he stared into the blank mirror. "Are you sure that confirms that I'm a Vampire? I mean, couldn't there be something wrong with the mirror?" he continued, as he gazed at the image of Stephanie in the mirror, which should have been obscured by his body. "I mean, I don't want blood. Actually, the thought of drinking blood repulses me; it even makes me slightly nauseous. And, the sun doesn't burn me. I still enjoy basking in the sun on the beach." Michael continued. "And, while I would like to nibble on your neck, I don't want to pierce it. Thus, there must be something wrong with the mirror. That has to be it!" he concluded.

Dave