Not sure how long it is customary to wait, but pretty sure it has been enough time.
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...seeing the pale skin of your slightly angular face and the sanguine eyes that watchfully look over our appearance; the long and beautiful black hair that we call our own. We are a vampire woman, with the look and all.
Yes. I am a vampire.
It was no wonder I couldn't remember my face. Normal mirrors don't work on me, right? This is probably the first time I have seen myself in years.
Unless I just turned into one?
My head still feels empty. There are still a lot of unanswered questions, but I feel strengthened by at least knowing what I am.
I continue to hold my palm against the mirror, as if it would help me absorb every detail of my own face.
"Identity confirmed. Welcome."
A female, computerized voice spoke to me as the mirror left my palm, entering the wall behind it. Suddenly, that wall fell too, revealing a larger room. It was dark, but my vampire eyes saw everything as bright as day.
It was a well-stocked armory. Incredibly well stocked. Pistols, assault rifles, sub machine guns, machine guns, anti-materiel rifles, anti tank rifles, grenade launchers.....any weapon imaginable, from WWI to modern day. I find myself able to name the model and purpose of each and every one as I touch them.
Was this some kind of vampire power I forgot about? Or was I just a gun nut before getting amnesia?