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I found myself at a festival or retreat, working in a small café run by a morbidly obese Aboriginal woman. My friend Jess worked there too, though she and the owner shared a much closer bond than I had with either of them. The café was technically open, but no customers came in, and the floor was cluttered with an unpacked delivery.

Then, a young African woman entered the café. She moved with powerful grace, speaking briefly with the owner before turning her gaze to me. When she spoke, her voice was commanding and mesmerizing:

“I am the Queen of Fire, the Mirror of Blood, and the Mother of War in Africa. You are lucky. If I want you, I will have you.”

A terrifying realization struck me—she was a vampire. She radiated wisdom, strength, and a chilling presence, reminding me of Akasha from The Queen of the Damned. Fear gripped me, and I fled through the café’s back hallways into a different part of the festival.

Under the shade of a large tree, I found a friendly male acquaintance and told him everything. He listened intently, intrigued by every detail, especially her strange, powerful words.

Before we could discuss further, Jess and the café owner suddenly appeared, announcing they were headed to the hospital because Jess had something in her eye. Strangely, I realized that I, too, had something in my eye, but I told them I’d wait for my Tuesday doctor’s appointment instead.

Later, Jess and I returned to work, and once again, the African woman entered the café. After chatting with Jess, she turned to me and, in a strange, ritualistic manner, offered me her blood.

She presented me with two maple-shaped leaves—one red, one green. The red leaf pulsed with veins, almost like a membrane of skin, filled with blood instead of sap. She commanded me to drink.

At first, the metallic taste repulsed me, but she warned, “Drink amply, or your joints will stiffen. I will not abide that.”

So I drank. And the more I drank, the more delicious it became. Hunger overtook me, a deep, primal craving, and soon, I was drinking freely, unable to stop.

When I looked at Jess, I finally noticed her fangs. She had always been a vampire, and yet I had never realized. She smiled knowingly and handed me a dish of strawberries, explaining that she infused them with blood before eating them.

I took a bite. The strawberries were sweet, rich, intoxicating.

At that moment, I understood—I had been initiated into a secret world, one I could never turn away from.

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