“Good God.” I murmured as he stepped forward, emerging from shadow to reveal himself. Alphonse, my Alphonse, looked so different that it scared me. I put a hand to my lips and the saleslady blinked rapidly, stunned at the paleness of my fingers, no doubt. My red fingernails looked so incongruous with my white skin, I knew, but I couldn’t leave them behind.

Alphonse laughed at the woman, who still stood motionless behind the counter, looking as if she’d swallowed an egg whole. “What?” he challenged, his voice much stronger than mine. It must be his blond hair, “Never seen anyone pale before?” she looked guilty and sulked away to fold something, probably granny panties, considering what an insipid bitch she was.

I shrugged my shoulders at the jacket Alphonse was wearing, a suit jacket- and it wasn’t made of leather. His eyes clambered over my features, pausing at my nose on the way to my eyes. “Well, I guess it’s decent.” I muttered, dissatisfied with his appearance.

Weren’t vampires supposed to be handsome?