“Chris, I…” Colette started. She was still uncertain. I could feel impatience build inside of me. Perhaps
forcible persuasion was not a bad idea. Then she spoke again. “I…I’ll do it. I’m putting my trust in you.”
I was quite happy to hear this. “You will not have to worry,” I assured her.
“So how do you make me a vampire?” she asked a bit hesitantly.
Good question, I thought to myself. “You must drink my own blood,” I said. This was going to be a process I
made up myself, but it figured to suit my purposes. “I must warn you ahead of time that you will feel
discomfort after you do.”
“Like what?” she asked with a worried expression.
“Like the sensation of choking to death,” I said. “It will pass, but it must happen.”
“OK,” she said. “I can handle that.”
I made a few quick wishes. I wished that after drinking my blood Colette would become a vampire in the same
way I had when I wished to be a vampire. I guessed I could have just done that with her as well, but I felt
this deserved a ritual. Though I was likely being too safe, I wished that what I was about to do would not
hurt me in any way.
I wished for the fingernail on my right index finger to extend and become sharp. Colette watched with eyes
wide in anticipation. I took my finger and used the nail to cut a line across my left wrist. Blood
immediately poured out of the wound, which did not hurt at all. I held my wrist in front of Colette and said,
“Drink.”
Colette overcame a bit of apparent apprehension and did as I commanded. She drank for several seconds until I
wished for the wound to close. She realized she was done and backed away from my wrist, which already showed
no signs of ever having been cut. There were remnants of blood smeared on Colette’s face. She looked at me
eagerly. Then she began to gag. She reacted much as I had done and attempted to keep herself from choking.
She fell back onto the bed and flailed wildly as she desperately gasped for air. After a few more seconds of
struggle her body stopped moving and her breathing ceased.
I used this brief moment to do two things. First I wished what abilities she would have as a vampire. I gave
her all the same powers that I had, except for the shape shifting abilities. She would have all the
persuasive and seductive powers I’d granted myself, though I sensed she wouldn’t have as many issues using
them. I also gave her the ability to pass through solid objects. I made sure that her reflection would be
present and that her fangs could retract like mine. I made certain that she would have control over any
bloodlust she might feel. I gave her all of the invulnerabilities I had, too. She would be able to do
everything I could except for shape shifting.
The other thing I did was to crawl onto the bed next to Colette’s temporarily lifeless body. Her eyes were
fixed in a death stare and her mouth hung wide open. It was her mouth that I wanted to see. I watched with
glee as two razor sharp fangs grew in. I noticed her body begin to twitch so I backed away. A few seconds
later her eyes blinked several times in quick succession. Then she gasped loudly as she started to breathe
normally.
Once her breathing normalized she sat up on the bed. She slowly turned to look at me. Her fangs were
prominently displayed in her still agape mouth. “Chris…is it done?” she asked.
“You tell me,” I said. I wished that a full length mirror would appear next to the bed. Colette did not
question its sudden appearance. Instead she just got off the bed and went to look at herself. I followed
after her. She opened her mouth wide so that she could see her fangs. She felt them with her fingers as if
to make sure they were real.
I stood a few feet behind her. She turned around and said, “I can see myself. I didn’t think that—“
“Something that I’ve modified,” I said.
“Modified?” she questioned.
“Colette, I said that you could trust me,” I said. “Let me tell you a story…” I proceeded to tell her
everything about the ring and its wish granting abilities. I told her the complete story of everything I did
from when I received the ring until I called her to the woods. I reiterated to her that I didn’t wish for her
to follow my voice into the woods, even though it was my voice. She knew the rest of the story after that.
“If I hadn’t experienced it, I would never believe you,” she admitted.
“Are you upset with me?” I asked.
“No,” she said immediately. “I want to see what happens from here.”