Vampire:1989

Steve’s eyes fluttered open and focused slowly. It took him a moment to realize that he was looking at his kitchen ceiling.

He was having a hard time remembering why he was here, so he moved slowly, wary of a painful hangover.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and stretched. His head was fine, though he was very, very sore. He was alarmed to see that he was completely naked, even more startled by how thick the hair on his legs was getting!

“Beef jerky’s doing the trick,” he murmured. He was also surprised by the roughness of his voice.

Must’ve smoked a lot last night, he thought, climbing to his feet.

It was then that he saw the mess on the floor in front of the refrigerator. Packages had been torn open, bagel parts strewn about, cheese bitten into, and it looked like he had spilled the iced tea. Alarmingly, it looked as if he had also plundered the meat section of his parents’ freezer; the floor was littered with butcher’s Styrofoam platters, stripped of meat.

Steve craned his neck, looking at first the stove, then the microwave. He was confused, since neither seemed to have been used to cook the meat. Well, they were clean, anyway, which indicated that he had not used them.

“Fuckin’ drunken munchies,” he complained and headed into the bathroom to shower.

He banged his shoulder against two walls as he made his way through the house, but chalked it up to grogginess. He noticed with some distress that it was dark outside and the clock read 9:30. He made immediately for the shower and let the hot water cascade over his body.

He squirted a handful of shampoo into his hand and slathered it into his hair. He began washing and was surprised again by the tangles and thickness of it. It took him nearly ten minutes to finish shampooing his hair, and he was beginning to wake up as he lathered up the washcloth and began scrubbing his chest.

He came fully awake and looked down in alarm. Thick hair streaked across the tops of his pectorals which were now heavily defined and quite a bit larger than he remembered.

“What the fuck…?” he growled.

Steve shut the water off and jumped out of the shower. He stepped over to the mirror above the sink and looked…

Holy shiiiiiiiit!

He was obviously still Steve Carroll; he recognized himself. But, what had happened? His hair looked as if it had grown several inches and lay matted on his shoulders. His body resembled that of a twenty-four year-old gymnast. His muscles were lean, but incredibly defined…far better condition than that of an eighteen-year old that had spent too much time in the recent past drinking and too little time on the weight bench.

It actually looks pretty good…

He finished up his shower, spending a great deal of time admiring himself. He masturbated quickly once he was done washing, then washed again.

He finally stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off. He exited the bathroom and strode through the house, heading for his room. The clock read 10:13.

Maybe still time to find out what everyone’s doing tonight…

He stepped into his room and suddenly came up short. Sitting on his bed was none other than Diane Benson.