Bloodletting…Preface to Gianina Gambino’s vampire novel
I awoke with a stabbing pain in my gut. My mouth was dry and my very being parched. How long had I been out? Where was I?
I slowly looked around me and ran my tongue over my scabbed lower lip. Had I bitten it? Was it simply chapped? I felt a sudden chill. I was in the middle of a thick wood. A full moon shone overhead. It was just like a horror movie. And I was the star.
I looked down at my body to find that it was suddenly foreign to me, as if I was looking at someone else. My stockings were ripped clear from my hip to my knee. I was missing a shoe. There was a huge gash in my black lace corset that left my right breast subject to the bitter cold. I was laying in a pool of thick, warm blood. Did I have my period? Was I attacked?
I tried to think back to where I was before this. I had been working a double shift at the bar. It was Fetish Night. Celia had called in sick. Damn her. Always taking advantage of me. The bar was packed, the music loud.
I wiggled my toes and made sure that I could walk. I slowly got up, holding onto a tree for support. I had to find my way out. I scanned my periphery quickly. And then I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I felt someone watching…







