As I stared at my own reflection in the window, I took pity on him. Of course, he didn’t reflect anything at all.
“It must be frustrating,” I said. “Stuck like that.”
“You have no idea,” said the cloud of vapor. “I cannot feed at all, yet I can still feel the hunger.”
At one time, the thing would have killed me, but it remained harmless while still sick. “It’s a shame no one knows how your kind are affected. How long are you stuck as vapor?”
“No one knows. It’s not like scientists are studying how COVID-19 affects vampires.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/11/11/11988/