The Reaper's sons
Not that I have a name or anything, right?
I shift in my seat and continue to stare at the mirror. Not a single fibre of my being is willing to take the risk and avert its gaze. Fortunately or not, the room lights up, and someone opens the door. First, a woman, clearly a vampire, enters the room and sits down, her back facing us. From what I could see, she kind of looks like me. Her hair is almost as flaming red as mine, and even her physique reminds me. This may be the first time I've gotten to see a female vampire who isn't overly tall and is of medium build. The woman keeps looking around, her feet tapping the tiled floor in visible excitement. Wait for a second... I'm forced to watch thi