SAILOR (left)

BRING!! BRING!!!

My phone rings for the sixth time this morning. I quickly turn to the side of my bed and cover my ears up with my pillow. "Come on Sailor! You can't just ignore us like this!" The voicemail spoke, "Listen, we know the break up was hard... But you could always talk to us about it! We'll be going out for coffee later and we're gonna stop by to check--"

I clicked it off and immediately regretted it as the skin on my hand started to burn. "Shit!" I hissed, submerging myself deep into the covers. I sighed, tears slowly forming in my eyes.

I hate this.

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JUNIPER (right)

I messed up

I messed up badly

Being punished is one thing.. Being forced into an unknown world with limited powers is another. I stand up in the middle of the woods with no clue to where I was. Is this all the human world has to offer? Trees, rivers, and the occasional animal? I picked up a random squirrel that scurried across me,

"mhm, you're a cute fellow!" I smiled, "though some of the animals in my realm have the ability to talk, it seems you do not. I'll name you... Oh, Alice!" I hold Alice in my hand and she desperately tried to getaway. "Oh calm down! I will release you once I've come comfortable with your world."

I held my hand out to the ground, tucking Alice into my empty latch, and chose my words carefully. "nepo latrop ot tsesolc noitazilivic!"

A portal rips through the ground. mixes of purple and gold swirling through it with a faint image of humans socializing and walking. "Mhmm, I might be a little underdressed, " I said to Alice, pulling on my dark royal purple cloak and matching hat with a gold accent going through it. "Oh well! Ladies first, " I tossed Alice into the portal before jumping in myself.

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SAILOR

"You need to decide, " I groaned to myself, "Either run into the bathroom as fast as you can or cover-up in the blanket and shuffle down the hall." I glanced at the light beaming into my darkroom from the window, making sure none of it hits my face. "No staying in bed this time..."

I huffed and shimmied to the edge of the bed "Three, two..." I lifted the covers up and zoomed into the bathroom, ultimately banging my head onto the door. "Argh!" I hissed in pain.

'Note to self: control you're hissing.'

I enter the room, hesitating to turn on the light before deciding not to risk it. Fortunately, my eyes had adjusted to the dark. Or is it another power? Honestly, who knows and who cares.

My stomach growled, causing me to wince in pain. I ignore it and stripped down into my birthday suit, looking into my mirror. Tears start to build up again as I stared at the very faded reflection of myself.

From what I could see, I was a mess.

My ashy, wine-colored undercut in shambles, bags under my eyes even though I technically didn't need that much sleep, and pajamas that were both too small and somewhat raggedy. The only thing I could clearly see with my new, bright, pink eyes, the small but pointy fangs that were pretty easy to notice, and the two holes punctured on my neck with a slight bruise over it.

I look like a disaster and I can't even fix it properly...

Fuckin' wonderful.

Finally, I stuck a single foot into the shower before realizing something. 'Can I even take a shower?' I thought to myself. 'I mean I can drink water since sugar water is the only way I've been soothing, er, cravings. I can still touch n' shit, but it everywhere?'

I sighed, entering the shower. I was determined to at least try going back to my social life and the stench of laying in the bed for a week and a half isn't really that attractive. Thankfully, I was perfectly fine.

Then it was time for the tricky part, finding something to wear. Obviously, me walking into the light with a tank top wouldn't work. Since that's all I own, I might have to search a little deeper for a long sleeve shirt. Finally, I found a dark teal sweater that was a tad bit small.

Apparently, this curse came with a growth spurt...

I slip on the shirt along with a pair of black jeans and black high tops, making sure no skin was showing.

Now to handle the problem areas.

I put on a pair of ebony gloves and attempted to cover the bite mark with some foundation I had laying around in my bathroom. Then I put on a pair of shades that dimmed the intensity of my eyes and a huge sun hat. Finally, I put on a mask that only really wear at the performances my band does. I was a simple black mask with a neon pink and blue fanged smile plastered in the middle.

I fuckin hate how ironic that is.

"I haven't worn this in a while," I smiled. This was for a Halloween gig our band got a year ago. The band my friends and I had formed isn't really known and doesn't get gigs as often so we were fucking ecstatic. Only people that have heard of us are our friends from school, costumers from the coffee shop, and the occasional thirsty fans who think we're pretty to look at.

Apparently, we had a gig sometime earlier this week, but I didn't go for an obvious reason. How could I go to a performance in daylight? What about the people recording? I'm pretty sure they gonna notice that the drummer's body was missing and its place was floating sticks and clothes. And what about singing? Theo is the main singer but I still do it from time to time.. Maybe I could say it was a style I was trying out, I mean I do wear black nail polish and eyeliner. People could just think I'm going a step further with the goth aesthetic by adding fake fangs and pink contacts. Would that work with the gang is the questi-

HONK! HONK!

I tensed up as I head to the kitchen and made a small cup of water with a shit load of sugar in it. I quickly chugged it down only for my stomach to growl again, this time way more violently causing me to lean against the table. A knock on my door forced me to get up and fix a sugar water bottle as fast as possible.

This will have to do.

The person knocks again, "Sailor?! It's Theo, come on dude, we know you home!"

"I'm coming! Calm your shit..." I grab my phone and finally opened the door. He stares at me for a good minute, probably trying to figure what the fuck I was wearing.

"...Dude, what the fuck are you wearing?"

Yep.

I rolled my eyes a simply replied with, "a Hot Topic Explosion," I shrugged and head down the stairs and to smile at the sound of Nicole honking the horn, "SAILOR!" she screamed, causing Malachi to cover his ears and me to burst out laughing.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!"

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"I see you finally dyed your hair again," I chuckled, ruffling Theo's neon blue hair. He had the stupid idea to dye it a dark blue and almost everyone hated... except him of course.

We decided to go to Starbucks cause... Who the fuck knows, Theo practically owns a coffee shop! We found a decent table and ordered our drinks (which Theo volunteered to pay for, surprisingly)

"I see your still an asshat.." he grumbled, "seriously, it wasn't even that bad!"

"Yes, it was," we said in unison.

We continue to argue until I groaned in pain. My stomach growled loud enough for everyone to here, causing me to slide down to the ground in discomfort.

"If it makes you feel better," Malachi chuckled, "There's a burger joint right around the corner."

Heheeeee.. I hate everything.

I managed to get back into my seat and laid my head onto our table, "I'll be fine." I knew he was joking, but I felt kind of drained and wasn't really in a joking mood.

Our drink finally arrived and I sighed in relief. I order the sweetest thing on the menu, hoping this word something, unlike the sugar water which just tasted pleasantly weird and didn't really do that much for the past two days.

Then I paused and just stared at the drink... how the fuck am I supposed to drink this without showing off my... er, teeth?

I did not think this through.

"Yo, Sailor," Theo said, waving his hand in front of my face. "I'm sorta the one who paid for this crap, so I sorta would appreciate it if you actually drunk it."

I sighed and finally removed my mask. I slightly parted my lip and took the hardest sip possible.

Oh god, yesss.

I slightly moaned, aggressively slurping the drink until it was nothing but whip cream left. I looked up at my friends giggling hard, "...you want another one?" Malachi asked.

I rolled my eyes and stuck up my middle finger. "Whateve-" I loudly hiccuped, which turn into a burp. Everyone in the cafe stared at me, disgusted, causing me to chuckle with turned into a full-on laugh between the four of us. This is the first time I genuinely smiled in a while. Going through a most likely permanent transformation can really take away your joy—

"Hey, what's with the fangs?"

My smile disappeared.

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