THE SMILE REVEALED perfect teeth, the bottom row only, except for one disobedient, a crooked incisor, that made the owner regret not having braces when they were younger, that forced them to artificially move their lip in any photo as they smiled. Still, vampires weren’t known for their vanity. Unperturbed, Ana Transylvescu was determined to break into the modelling world despite all the obvious barriers that stood in her moonlit path, and I had to admit, she stood a chance as I looked through her headshots from our recent shoot.
Straight hair of darkest brown reached her lower back, contrasting the purest palest skin I’d ever seen, that held a translucent quality, a thing of magic, and once captured on camera: mind-blowing. As for her face…was she descended from Gods? Such bone structure! Her jaw line was feminine, not aggressive, making her chin petite yet bold, slightly rounded, the perfect underscore to her big lips, an inch away from her thin delicate pointed nose. The cheekbones flared Ana’s face outwards, yet not exageratedly so, while her neotenous eyes stared back at me, one green, one hazelnut, as if to apologise for the otherwise perfect symmetry that wasn’t fair on anyone else.
“What is so interesting Sorin? You have been staring at your camera for ages!” Ana said from the makeshift changing room in the corner of the studio, peeking out.
“You have such beauty Ana! I was lost in the pictures!”
“Don’t get any ideas! I have no time for boyfriends or fuckbuddies.” She came walking over, heavily dressed, yet still as elegant as a panther.
“You are going already?” I said with surprised. “Don’t you want a drink? Something to eat? I make a…”
“No,” she cut in. Standing behind where I sat she placed a cold hand on my neck. “All I want from you Mr. Photographer, is to get me from here to Milan, Paris or New York in that order. I can tell, from your eyes, that I am, how not to sound arrogant…something special.” Ana placed her other hand on my neck, gripping tighter and continued: “Make my dream come true,” whispering by my ear. “And no day shoots!”
My neck was freed and her footsteps echoed as she strode away to the door.
Turning around, my heartbeat raised, I watched her in her brown fur coat and matching hat with black trousers. As she reached the door I shouted: “Where are you going?”
As if insulted she snapped back, “I’m hungry! OK!”
“But I offered you food..” She was gone.
I was insulted. Then I suddenly realised the obvious.
Well, at least she wasn’t biting my neck. Although…
*Picture by Nova Pose