"Yasmin, you're going to be our guinea pig," Dr. Stephanie Sloan said to me, a maniacal gleam in her eyes as she stood in front of my mirrored cell door, a notepad and pen in her hands. The chubby middle-aged African American scientist looked pretty smug standing behind the safety glass, licking her lips like a cocky bitch would. If only I had the strength to smash it and grab the bozo by the neck and squeeze the life out of that bitch. No can do at the moment, but it's nice to have goals, isn't it?
"Fuck you bitch, when I get out of here, you're dead meat," I replied vehemently, and Dr. Sloan winked at me, and then walked away, reeking of smugness and cheap perfume. Even here, several hundred meters below ground, I could feel the power of the sun as it rose in the sky. What manner of creature in this universe doesn't know its bane? I read somewhere that in Asia and parts of Africa, snakes and mongooses seek each other out across great distances, for the same reason. As a Vampire, I am attuned to the rise and fall of the light, my eternal enemy.
The Hunters captured me and brought me to this place, a secret underground lab of sorts. I'm not the only Vampire there. I've seen lots of others, some of whom I've seen around in the Vampire underworld, others are complete strangers to me. They're doing experiments on us. Last night they drew my blood, and then forced me to drink silver-tainted blood. I nearly died. I hate those fuckers more than I hate the sun, which is saying something.
It was daytime when the Hunters came and found me, deep in the basement of the Ottawa townhouse I'd called home for so long. A bright Sunday morning in early September, and I was sleeping in my basement, resting after a fairly eventful night. I'd gone to one of the Canadian capital's nicest bars, The Honest Lawyer, and found myself a cutie to play with. A lovely Ethiopian gal named Mariam Dilalesa, whom I seduced, bedded, and killed, as is my custom.
I crave sex and I crave blood, and I don't apologize for it. Any of it. In fact, how I became a Vampire involved those very same cravings. The year was 1977, and I was a newcomer to New York City by way of my hometown of Hargeisa, Somalia. I was born in Somalia in 1957 and first set foot in the United States of America at the age of twenty. It wasn't easy for me in those days, as a young, Hijab-wearing Muslim woman from the heart of East Africa. Still, I came to the U.S. for a fresh start, and got it.
I missed Hargeisa sorely, and lamented the fact that I had to leave behind my father, Aden Yousef and my mother, Halima, and my younger brother Warsama. Conflict had come to Somalia as clan clashed against clan, and the Somali government, led by a tyrannical strongman, sought to keep the peace. As the eldest daughter, I was sent out to America in the manner of a scout. Unfortunately, I never made it home, and my family never made it to America. I was unprepared for how much America would change me as I began my studies in organic chemistry at NYU.
One night, I went out clubbing with my girlfriends, and met a handsome young man named Ramon. A six-foot-tall, bronze-skinned and dark-eyed, athletic young Lothario who seduced me and brought me home for a night of fun. Yes, pious Somali girls can and do have casual fun with handsome lads. We're only human. As Ramon and I fucked over every inch of his tiny Brooklyn apartment, I thought to myself that he was the most amazingly passionate man I'd ever met. If I only knew...
"You amaze me, Ramon," I said breathlessly as I lay in his arms, after hours of passionate sexing. Ramon grinned and caressed my face, and when I looked into his eyes, I swear they changed color, going from light brown to a bright red. Almost neon red, in fact. His face handsome face contorted, becoming bestial, and his teeth grew longer, until they became curving fangs. Eyes wide with shock, I could only stare as Ramon smiled devilishly at me.
"Thanks, sweetie, my dearest Yasmin, you amaze me too, that's why I'm doing this," Ramon roared, and then he grabbed me and sank his fangs into my neck. I cried out and tried to resist, but to no avail. Ramon was monstrously strong, whatever he is. At some point, I lost consciousness, and when I came to, I was...changed. Thus, Ramon Carvalho, a handsome young Portuguese soldier who followed Christopher Columbus to the New World before he became one of the Undead, brought me into a whole new world.
"This is exhilarating," I shouted at the top of my lungs as Ramon and I went hunting in the streets of Queens, NY, three nights after I became one of the Undead. I followed a Skinhead around after watching him attack a Puerto Rican pizza delivery guy, and then killed him. The Skinhead, a bald-headed, blue-eyed white male with tattoos all over his lean, lanky body, put up quite a fight.
