Desmodus rotundus
Melanophila acuminata
Triatoma infestans

"I don't even know you," I said to her, still preparing to have to fight her to leave. Everything courteous and correct went out of the window for me. I had never been involved in a physical altercation with a woman before in my life, but I'd also never been cornered in a basement examination room of an international company while she was preparing to inject me with something that she said was going to put me to sleep.

"That's true. But really, it's just sleep," she said, raising her eyebrow again. "And besides, you're already committed. You didn't come all this way for nothing, did you?"

Fuck it, I thought. She was right.

What was the point if I didn't try every option to find her? I didn't want to live without her, anyway.

I held out my arm.

The woman in black nodded her head, stepped towards me, and carefully took my arm into her hand. I noticed that her fingers were soft. My skin felt cool when she touched me. I wondered if she had done this before with anyone else. I felt the prick of the needle in my skin.

 

Eyes: blue.

Black.