rubinus-50320993 @rubinus-50320993
You know how it is when you're a vampire. No reflection in the mirror, that's just a part of the curse. But I've learned to live with it. Or at least try to. My name is Iveta, and I'm thirty years old - well, was thirty before all this happened to me anyway. It's funny how people react when they see you for the first time, isn't it? Most are terrified, some just curious...and then there are those who don't care at all about the fact that I'm undead.
It started a few years ago. I had been going out with this man, Jiri, and we were both doing alright in life - or so I thought, anyway. One night, while walking through the park, he was bitten by some unknown creature and turned into one of these...things. Me, being his girlfriend at the time, decided to stick around for him. And then, before long, it happened to me too.
Now I'm stuck in this eternal cycle of living death - always having to watch my back, never really feeling truly alive anymore. But sometimes, when things get tough and I just want to scream from frustration, I put on a nice dress (like the one I'm wearing now) and take myself out for a night of fun with the theater crowd. Maybe it's not the most conventional choice, but hey - it works for me! And besides, there are worse ways to spend eternity than doing
