A beam of light shot into the room and right onto my face. I squirmed, shuffling myself away from the beam. I didn't want to get up. I'm exhausted, body felt like weak tire rubber, my jaw was especially sore, and I felt like someone just dumped garbage into my stomach. My mind slowly drifted off to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

"Fiona, turn off... alarm." I mumbled, peeking an eye open. It was bright, way too bright. I retreated under my blankets, "Fiona, turn off your alarm." I demanded a little louder. I peeked through the sheets. Still so fudging bright, but a little bit better. Fiona's bed is empty. "Ugh, Fiona, why couldn't you turn off the alarm before you went to school?" A second later, it dawned on me, "What time is it?"

I shimmied myself out of the warm, dark, comfy bed and eyed the clock. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust, but I saw the time, it was six o'clock AM. The time I needed to get ready for school. I made some unflattering noises as I waddled my way to the shower. Even on a sick day, I have to head to school. Have to get my money's worth, after all. Student debt is atrocious after all. My eyes were heavy, and I couldn't even hold them open to shower. Plus, everything is so damn bright today.

First, I washed my hair, ensuring it was nice and clean, then rinsed. I took my body washed and began cleaning every part. I reached the crotch part and felt nothing there. Well, there was a flab, but nothing like before. My eyes fluttered open; I couldn't get a good look.

I finished the rest of my shower to take my sweet time looking at my body. My eyes started at the face. It was adorable and heart-shaped with big almond amber eyes that gleamed, high, defined cheekbones, a squishy face, sweet pink lips, and a cute upturned nose. My eyes slowly investigated my feminine neck, ribcage, skinny waist, and wide hips. A very cool, very intricate tattoo was painted on my tummy. The lines swirled forming a complicated symmetrical shape that surrounded my belly button. It reminded me of the very complicate and intricate Full Metal Alchemist alchemy circle.

My thighs were clean of any hair, penis, and testes. I blinked a few times to make sure what I was seeing was true. I don't mean to sound lewd or explicit, but my curiosity was getting to me as I spread the vulva.

It's a vagina. I have a vagina. Holy shit, I have a vagina. I didn't know if I should be crying or laughing right then. I think I did both as a swelling sensation of joy and happiness filled my heart and soul to the brim.

"Every day, every day..." I began my monologue with a raspy, joyful voice, "Every day, I prayed to god to change me into a girl. And now it happened!" I sobbed, knelt, and prayed, "Thank you, god!!"

It isn't god you should be thanking, little flower. An amused voice spoke. Not outwardly but inwardly, as though the voice was the inner monologue of my thoughts except more coherent and louder.

"Huh?" I replied.

Oh, did you forget about me? The voice was feminine, sultry, and playful. No matter, you had a rough night, so all is forgiven. Am I not such a benevolent host?

"Where are you?" I looked around, thinking someone was here.

In your head, silly girl.

I rubbed my forehead, "Okay, then who are you."

I could practically hear her smug grin as she announced, I am Countess Mircalla von Karnstein. Otherwise known as Carmilla.

"Oh, like the fictional lesbian vampire?"

Ugh, like I said last night, that Carmilla and me are not the same.

"Huh? Last night? What do you mean?"

You really do not remember last night, do you?

"Did something happen?"

There was a moment before she answered when she looked like she wanted to say something else but decided to shrug it off. Yes, don't you remember me? You know, the one from the vision.

"Uuuh, no?"

You know what, rather than explaining this all over again. I felt a pressure move to my head, Memory Share!

A burst of memory poured into my consciousness. It seems like I had a vision about Carmilla. My envy of her beauty, the extreme feeling of confusion, and where I asked to be a girl. The details are a little blurry, though.

"Oh... OH! I thought that was just a dream."

She rubbed her eye as though she was tired, Now do you get it?

My voice bubbled with euphoria, "That you're turning me into a girl like I have always always prayed for?!"

Yes... and nothing else.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Also, you're a witch.

"Wut?"

How do you think I got into your body anyway?

"I don't know, some kinda weird supernatural thing."

Technically yes, but really no. You see, my fair Ophelia, you're a direct descendant from a certain witch.

"Who's the witch?"

Me, silly girl, you're my descendant.

"Really? I thought you were gay."

I am gay. Magic is a pathway that some may consider unnatural.

"Was that a Star Wars quote?"

What's a Star Wars?

I facepalmed.

The point is: you're my descendant, and you can do magic

"Neat. Can I dry myself now? I'm starting to feel cold on the bathroom floor."

Why didn't you do it while I was talking?

"I didn't want to interrupt."

My ancestor sighed, Meeting is adjourned for a small break. A gravel tapped on wood. Apparently, there's also a judge's table in my head too.

As I dried my hair, I took my sweet time taking every inch of my feminine body. The slight curves annoyed me a tad bit but it was enough for me. Though, I wish I had more curves. There was also a tiny itchy soreness on my chest. My chest has lumps in them. Do I have breast cancer? I don't remember having lumps before. Oh no, does this screw up my chance of having boobs?

An exhausted voice rang through my head, Little flower, they are breast buds.

"Oh... I'M GROWING BOOBS?!?!"

Yes, yes, you are.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..." I spent several minutes bouncing around, dancing, and giggling about how I had boobs. Because I do have boobs! I have the biggest boobs, or at least I will have the biggest boobs. Maybe I'll have boobs like... uh, I don't know what to call my ancestor.

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Carmilla, Carmilla is fine. Countess Mircalla von Kamstein has long since died. Besides, people remember me as Carmilla, not Mircalla. Now, if you don't mind, can you hurry up? I have a LOT to tell you and not enough time to tell you.

"Okay, sorry. I'm just excited." I realized quickly that my clothes didn't fit me quite as well as before, but it worked for the moment. My tee shirts were massive like I'm wearing a dress. I'll have to buy some more clothes soon.

There was a knock at the door. Who is knocking on my door? I never get knocks on my door. I opened it. It's Caleb with a worn, long face. Caleb is the RA for our dorm, "Hey uh, is Oliver here?"

"He's in front of you." I replied with a grin, absolutely about to piss myself with anxiety. Holy fuck, I completely forgot that I totally didn't look like boy me at all, and I just answered the door like it was nothing. Come on, brain, think.

Carmilla spoke in a calm, clear voice, Calm down, little flower, ask him if he likes your new look.

I mentally shrugged. Here goes nothing, "Do you like my new look?" I gave him a winning grin.

He answered me with a sad, exhausted smile, "Yeah, it looks great. I need to talk to you, Ollie. Can I come in?"

"Sure, sure, come in." I let him in, and he sat on Fiona's bed.

"You may want to take a seat for this."

A nervous tension tied around my stomach, "Sure, wassup?" Taking his suggestion.

Caleb wettened his lips, and rubbed his whole face from exhaustion, "Fiona was murdered along with eleven other girls."

My blood ran cold as ice. My brain whirled as it processed what was said. "What? How? Who did this?!"

"We don't know who, and the authorities are taking care of it." Caleb scratched his neck, "I know you guys were close, so if you ever need to talk to someone, see the school counselor or talk to me. If you need to, I'll let faculty know that you need time to grieve."

"I uh, thanks." We sat there momentarily as I took it all in, "I think I need time to myself, please."

Caleb nodded as he stood up, "Take all the time in the world, bud." He pat my shoulder, "Your color contacts look sick, by the way."

I achieved a sad, watery smile, "Thanks."

"Always here if you need me." His last words before he shut my door.

There was a piercing silence as conflicting emotions fought with each other. The euphoria of being a girl after twenty-one years of fighting versus the sea of grief and depression that is losing my roommate. Euphoria pulled her sword and showed off an impressive flourish while grief and loss took out a revolver and shot her dead center mass. Why am I thinking about Indian Jones right now?

My mind raced through all the good memories Fiona and I had together. It was the little things. We used to just hang out at our favorite pizza place and talked about anything. Sometimes we just enjoyed pizza together. We listened to the same kind of music and even went to a 21 Pilots concert together. I remember when she introduced me to her girlfriend, Sandra. How happy they were together. Now that's ended, all of it.

I didn't know how long I laid there. I think I fell asleep at some point. My stomach rumbled. I sighed and decided to change into the most comfortable clothes. I began my trek to the cafeteria.

I stepped outside before the brightest, harshest sunlight I've ever experienced burned my eyes and gave me a raging headache. I nearly screamed as I ran back in. "Holy fudge nuggets, what in the hell was that?"

Oh, shoot, forgot to mention your eyes are sensitive to sunlight.

"You could've told me that sooner!" Speaking a little too loudly and drawing people's attention.

You're gonna need sunglasses.

"Ugh!" I marched back to my dorm room and realized that I didn't own a pair of sunglasses. I borrowed Fiona's sunglasses instead. I hope her ghost doesn't mind me borrowing them. I sent a simple prayer to Fiona as I began my trek again to the cafeteria.

The harsh sunlight rained down upon me like barrages of heat rays. A clear sky was unbearable before. Now, it was even worse. I'm exhausted just putting my foot in front of the other as I made my way towards the damn cafeteria. I'm going to eat a whole lot of fucking food, damn it.

By the time I got to the cafeteria, I was exhausted, my head hurt, I felt more ill than before, and I was pretty sure I had sunburn. Yup, definitely sunburn. Fortunately, the cafeteria was cool and not so bright. I took a breather before I lined up with my peers at the lunch line. I grabbed almost every food I could, making a shmorgis borg of a plate. I didn't care if anyone was looking at me. I was hungry, really hungry.

Looking around at the lunch tables, I noticed a particular person I talked to in class. I sat next to him and greeted him with, "Hi Ryan." As I dug into my meal with the ferocity of a hungry cat.

"Hey, uh, do I know you?" Ryan spoke.

I swallowed my food, "Huh? Oh right, it's me, Oliver." I wiped my mouth, "Do you like my new look?

His eyebrow raised, "You look like the American version of one of those Korean pop idols."

I gave a small smile, "Thanks, I guess."

I was about to dig into my food again, but Ryan stopped me with a query, "Can I see your eyes?"

I raised a brow, "Uh, sure?"

"Wow, those are some sick contacts, dude. Where you find them?"

I laughed sheepishly, "I kinda forgot." Can't tell him that I'm a witch and that my dead ancestor is inside my brain, who is changing my body, who is also a famous character in a book. Haha, what the fudge is my life now?

"Either way, they're cool! You look like a vampire. I'm sure all the twilight chicks will love you, dude."

I gave another sheepish laugh, "Yeah, totally." As I dug into my meal further.

"Probably should stay away from the H1 assholes. They're nasty on anyone who doesn't look like a picture-perfect baseline."

I nodded. The Humanity 1st is an asshole of an organization whose so hell-bent on attacking the 'Mutant Menace' that they go after anyone who is slightly different or insanely attractive. Hell, they once spent a whole semester harassing this girl just because she colored her hair lilac and got lavender contacts. How they're still in this school because the school had to create the 'Freedom of Speech' policy, allowing anyone to say whatever they want without consequence from the staff or the school as long as there isn't any violence. Which is total bullshit if you ask me.

Wait, now that I think about it, doesn't this make me a mutant now? I felt my heart crash into my stomach. I shook my head. One thing at a time, Ophelia. One thing at a time. Fortunately, my school offers free power testing for mutants. I'm lucky that my school even allows mutants to be on campus. There are plenty of stories of expelled mutant students suing universities for discrimination. Walnut is a pretty unique place despite its name and mascot: a giant walnut. Go nuts, I guess? I'll have to set an appointment when I return to my room.

Ryan spoke, "There's been a rumor going along that some people were murdered." I stopped mid-eat and swallowed, "Do you believe it?"

Oh, I guess no one knows about it yet, "I don't know." I lied

"Deborah Morgan mentioned that there were police and MSB on the scene along with a Department of Supernatural Affairs agent."

I tried to sound like I wasn't dying on the inside, "Ooo, like a murder mystery." I stood up not really wanting to continue this conversation in fear that I'll burst into tears. I miss you, Fiona!

"Eh, where you going?" He gave me a sad, puppy look. I thought he was cute before, but gosh he's so adorable. Too bad he's straight... wait no, I'm straight, I'm a straight girl now. Huh, weird feeling that I get to say that without feeling like an imposter.

"To get more food."

Meanwhile

Lone Wolf of the Medawihla tribe stepped into the Cafeteria, taking in the wonderful smells of food. He took his place in the line as he noticed a girl, most likely a freshman, with a dirty plate line up behind him. She smelled differently from the others. A terrible smell, one that he recognized far too well. A vampire smell. Though not entirely. The smell is somewhat human, which struck Wolf Warrior confused before he shook his head. This girl is a vampire of some kind. She must be eradicated. But for now, he will observe, strategize, and eat chicken nuggies.

Also Meanwhile

Bane Cook couldn't believe his eyes as he sat alone, eating food. A mutant, a fucking menace with amber eyes, tender lips, an attractive body, and fangs, stepped into the cafeteria. Bane watched in awe as she shoved food on her plate and eventually down her throat like an animal. He glanced around, and no one was doing anything about it. No one but him seems to notice this dangerous being living side by side and eating with them like a fucking human.

He ate as much as he could, as fast as he could, without giving him a stomach ache. When leaving, he found a quiet place and pulled out his phone, calling his Humanity 1st buddy.

Brock picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey it's me."

"Hey little bro, wassup? How's college?"

"Not fucking great right now. Just saw a vampire-looking mutant in the cafeteria!"

"Woah, seriously? And you're not calling the MSB?"

"No, can't. This school is full of libtards who think mutants are a good thing."

"Oh shit, well, how about you watch the mutie close, record it, and see if it doesn't fuck up somewhere."

"Good plan."

"No problem. Weird thought but can you give me some money?"

"No, I am not giving you money for your drug addiction. You know you gotta get clean."

"And here I was thinking that we were brothers."

"Goodbye, Brock." Bane hung up. His brother isn't gonna guilt trip him for the umpteeth time for not giving him drug money.

His eyes looked to the mutant menace who strolled out of the cafeteria. She walked with confidence, pride, and arrogance, as though she owned the fucking place. Not for long, she won't, not if Bane Cook and his uni's Humanity 1st group can do anything about it.

Also Also Meanwhile

Department of Supernatural Affairs (DSA) Agent Arthur Wallace received a call from Walnut University's Dean yesterday on a weird occurrence on the university's campus. When he got there, the MSB and Sheriff's department were none too happy about his presence there or how he claimed that a meta-human didn't cause the bloodshed.

The ritual was odd whatever happened required a human sacrifice, considering that male genitalia was on a blood-spattered pentagram. It gets even weirder. There were tracks for a little bit before they disappeared. The thing that caused this massacre is still out there, which terrified him.

Arthur retraced the footprint and noticed something that no one else noticed: a little glint of metal inside a bush. He dug into the brush, which was very prickly, and pulled out a journal. He opened it, and what he could only presume to be a ritual was titled, Ritual to bring Carmilla back to life. Arthur thought the title was convenient and that it was hidden in a bush that only the most observant and careful could find. It is almost as though the one who left the book wants to be found and, if Arthur's intuition is right, wants to be helped too.

Arthur proceeded to retrace the footprints, but this time instead of stopping where the footprints disappeared, he kept walking straight. It was forever before he finally reached a destination, a building, and just as he turned, he noticed an adorable waif-looking girl with gleaming amber eyes, and fangs enter the building. Arthur chuckled, thinking inwardly, "This must be either coincidence or fate. Whatever it is, it's on my side."