The vampire uncaringly drops the passed-out younger woman on the sofa.  She rips off the foul-smelling dress and strides towards the bathroom. A much-needed shower would freshen her up and rid her body of that horrible stench of bile. “How dare a much younger, measly human classify me, a laid-back vampire, with other stereotypical vampires. Well, if a stereotypical vampire is what Crouching Tiger expects, then I’ll be sure to meet those expectations. I won’t do anything to physically harm her – just a few harmless mind games to scare her and leave her at wit’s end,” Irene thought evilly.

It was the first time that Irene had a guest at her house and the sight of Wendy innocently sleeping on the sofa gave her heart a fuzzy feeling. She shook the strange sensation away; the thought of Wendy waking up screaming Irene’s name, even if with rage, aroused and appealed to the older woman.

Irene fetched her makeup kit from the bedroom, picked up her brush dipped in red paint and was ready to begin the psychological warfare. She clears to confirm Wendy’s state of sleepiness. Two black dots, a splash of red, combined with some blending on Wendy’s neck and Irene forgot all about her ruined dress. Th older woman was pleased with her realistic work of art and couldn’t wait for Wendy to stir from her deep slumber.

“Something is still missing,” Irene frowned. She skips towards her fully stocked refrigerator and picks up a blood pouch. The mischievous vampire drips some blood along Wendy’s neck and deliberately smears blood around the corners of .

It was early in the afternoon when Wendy finally stirred from her sleep. The moment she opened her eyes realising that she wasn’t in her own apartment, made her remember the strange events from last night. Her pounding head, queasy feeling and full bladder made her spring off the sofa, desperate to relieve herself and get the hell out of the vampire’s house. She splashes some water to cool her body down and almost throws up after seeing puncture wounds on her neck. Wendy flings the bathroom door open, clenching her fists and is moments away from destroying the vampire.

“Irene! Irene! Why are there deep, fang marks on my neck? I didn’t give you permission to feed from me. What the did you do to me? I’m going to kill you. Y-You blood- molester,” Wendy screeched.

Irene smirks smugly while watching her plan beginning to unfold. “It’s show time,” she thought.  Suddenly the vampire smacks her lips and the corners of her lips, pretending to reminiscent the non-existing moment she shared with Wendy last night.

“I don’t feed from anyone. You must be really special. I mean…I even brought you home and that’s not something that I even do,” confessed Irene with sincerity.

“I’m going to strangle you,”

“Since you are indeed special, I should mention… I didn’t just drink from you; I might have accidently transformed you into a potential vampire candidate. If you survive these crucial 24 hours transformation process, experiencing symptoms such as nausea, dizziness, headaches, increased sensitivity to light and sound, raging hunger and thirst, maybe you could kill me.”

The older woman deliberately mentions the usual hangover symptoms to trick the younger woman but feels a bit guilty about taking advantage over the younger’s gullible nature. Irene can hear Wendy’s thumping heart but the vengeful brunette can’t help but add on additional small lies, unsure whether this will calm Wendy or only make her more anxious.

Irene speaks softly, Wendy’s arm, “Try not to panic, okay? It’ll only speed up your vampire transformation. You can borrow my clothes from my room and stay the night. Take a nice hot shower but don’t get any water on your wounds; you could become an infected vampire.”

Wendy contemplated Irene’s offer, “I’ve already started developing a few symptoms. If I leave, there’s a good chance that I might become one of the raging, blood-thirsty vampires. What sane explanation can I give to Selugi, Yeri and Joy to restrain me – they aren’t even strong enough. I’ll just stay the night.”

Wendy headed towards Irene’s room to grab comfortable clothes. Everything in the room was spotless, however, Wendy noticed the out-of-place makeup bag and a dirty makeup brush, streaked with red sticking out. Wendy knew something was amiss as she couldn’t remember seeing any trace of red makeup on Irene’s face.

“She wouldn’t have lied about my bite marks? Would she?” Wendy puzzledly thought.

Wendy rushed off to the bathroom, dabbing her fingertips against the bite marks and noticed a reddish-black powder on her fingertips. Wendy was furious but a too much of a coward to confront Irene, who is after all, a vampire. Wendy jumped into the hot shower spitting out all sorts of cuss words at Irene, who could not hear them because of the shower. The younger woman realised that she can play along with Irene’s game and left the bite marks on her neck, in an attempt to get her own revenge.

Wendy pretends that the shower settled her ill-feelings by playfully asking, “Is there anything fun that I can do in a vampire’s house?”

“Umm…Netflix and chill?”

The younger woman blushed after hearing Irene’s innocent response – she is certain that the older woman does not know the hidden ual intentions behind that phrase.

“Looks like your vampire symptoms are showing. Your face is flushed,” Irene said teasingly.

Wendy scoffs and rolls her eyes in disbelief of Irene’s façade. “I’ll get my revenge tomorrow,” thought Wendy, before drifting off to sleep, plotting her plan in her dream.