C.'s toothy grin as he asked where he could change seemed to twinkle. Johnny found himself eying C.'s pronounced canines.
"Right this way, C.," Johnny said leading the quarterback down the hall toward an empty bedroom. He couldn't help thinking about how C. would change when Johnny was through with him.
In the abandoned bedroom, C. asked Johnny to help him remove some of the sheets from the furniture. Clouds of dust flew everywhere, but the furniture underneath was surprisingly like new. C. set his bag on the dresser and unzipped it. He took out a blue jar.
"Ah, you're going to put makeup on, C.?" Johnny asked.
"Hardly," laughed C. as he opened the jar and leaned toward the dresser mirror. He began to wipe cold cream on his face and wipe it off. Johnny's eyes widened as while C.'s face looked a bit paler but basically unchanged, C.'s reflection had changed starkly. Where the cream had been removed there were gaping holes in the reflection's face. On the cloth C. used, Johnny could see traces of bronzer makeup.
C. hurriedly toweled the cold cream off the rest of his face. Now two eyes floated with a wig over C's body in the mirror.
"Neat trick," murmurred Johnny. He was starting to sweat, and his pheromones were rapidly filling the closed room.
C. pulled the blond wig off his head revealing a shorter brownish blond head of hair. He shook his hair free. In the mirror, now only two blue eye crescents floated.
"Almost forgot, my contacts, handsome," C. said popping out big white and blue contact lenses. "Everything 100% UV resistant, the makeup, contacts and the clothes."
"Uh-huh," Johnny answered, "Uh, by the way, just curious what C. stands for?"
"Thought you'd never ask, Johnny. C. is short for Count. It's a bit pretensious sounding, but it's my name: Count Vladmir Tepes. I know the movie's usually depict me as older with black hair or bald, but hey, those are the movies they love to exaggerate."
"Thee Count Dracula?" Johnny asked.
Count Vladmir rolled his eyes, Johnny noticed the now headless reflection shook back and forth, "Now didn't I say those movies exaggerated. Only my enemies call me Dracula, my friends call me C. or Vlad. Not sure why, Johnny, but I feel like letting you call me Vlad."
The quarterback sounded a bit like he was drunk. The label on the bottle had said something about Johnny's pheromones working like an attractant, maybe they were intoxicating.
"Thanks, Vlad," Johnny said. "Say, is it true what they say about you being dead or undead?" Johnny asked cautiously. He had the hots for the quarterback even if he didn't reflect in mirrors, but he was a bit grossed out by the concept of necrophilia.
Vlad frowned, "Another misconception. People stop aging when they die, so people made the assumption that since vampires didn't age that we had to be dead. We're really more like werewolves in that we have super strength, and don't like silver. Silver's the reason, I don't reflect," Vlad explained, "Mirrors are glass backed with silver. And while werewolves age, they also share a vampire's ability to regenerate and heal. A werewolf still casts a reflection, our inability to age somehow blocks the reflection."
"So if you were a werewolf you would reflect?" Johnny asked leaning into the Count, and licking his lips. A bit of drool fell from Johnny's lips.
"I suppose, but I'm a vampire, aren't I?"
Johnny's wolfish lips touched Vlad's cold lips. Their hot tongues touched and caressed each. Johnny's drool flowed down Vlad's throat. Their lips parted, Johnny's cold nose brushed Vlad's cheek. Johnny felt Vlad's teeth on his throat, as his own canines scraped against the vampire's neck.