Bet he looks good in a suit. Any suit.
Other than a birthday suit.
Although, I have to say, he’s rocking that, too. I turn, so I can get a better look at the guy’s ass. Definitely not bad. I’d fuck him. “That’s…me?”
She wraps her arms around me. “That’syou, Not-Ianto.”
I pull her into my arms as I stare at us in the mirror. I’ve spent my life never truly seeing myself. Never in a modern mirror. The last time was the day before I was turned, in the surface of a calm pond.
“Get your phone, baby,” I whisper.
She darts out of the bathroom. Now that I know the full truth, I see that those flashes of spookily fast movement are part of who she is.
Ofwhatshe is.
Vampire 2.0.
Or, maybe it’s more accurate to say I’m Vampire 2.0 and she’s half Vampire 1.0.
She returns with her phone and unlocks it for me, handing it over.
I call up the camera app and take a picture of the mirror.
“Oh, naked pics,” she snarks. “Thanks.”
I gasp as I stare at the image.
The two of us.
Both of us clearly rendered in the image.
I remember when the first cameras came out, my bitter disappointment to realize that the blur marring the image plates wasn’t just a glitch, but all I’d ever see of my own face for the rest of forever.
Forever.
I had a vague idea of what I looked like from IR and FLIR imaging experiments, but they don’t give an accurate representation. Ditto body doubles. They resembled me enough to pass with people who didn’t know me very well, but they weren’t…
Me.
Eilidh nuzzles her head against my shoulder and takes the phone from me. She deletes the picture before repositioning the phone to take a selfie of the two of us.
Necks up.
No boobies, unfortunately.
Hey, look at that—I have a decent smile.
Hers is gorgeously perfect, as always.
“That’sthe guy I fell in love with,” she softly says. “That handsome, toothy fucker, Mr. Fangster Hunkadoofalus. The guy who turned my life upside down in good ways.Allthe good ways.”
I pull her into my arms and stare down into her eyes.
Violet eyes.
Perfect eyes.
“All the good ways?”
