[ WP ] At midnight , you say Bloody Mary three times in front of the mirror . Cuddly Harry accidentally shows up instead .

Mark stood in front of the grimy mirror and shot off the light. The dim glow of the living room seeped out from under the door. Mark closed his eyes, the rushing sound of blood in his ears reminded him of when he worked at the rail yards. The sound of the air as a train rushed past. He steeled himself, opening his mouth. 
 
 
 `` Bloody Mary.'' 
 
 
 The sound of his voice was rough, like he had been without water for far too many days. His throat hurt a little and his tongue felt like cotton. He swallowed as best he could and opened his mouth again. 
 
 
 `` Bloody Mary.'' 
 
 
 The deafening silence that followed his words made his head hurt. Slowly turning into a dull throb behind his eyes. He knew it was well after sunset, maybe eight or nine at night. But the headache still came. He grimaced as he opened his mouth one more time. 
 
 
 `` Bloody Mary.'' 
 
 
 This time Mark opened his eyes, expecting to see the period woman dressed in bloodied clothes. What was standing before him instead was a pudgy man in a sweater vest and small round glasses on his bulbous nose. His hair was thin and combed over his balding head, his cheeks rosy and puffy from his smile. The man's pale yellow shirt, under the sweater vest, seemed to glow. 
 
 
 `` Wha-'' Mark stared at the man in shock. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 
 `` I'm Cuddly Harry. You need someone to hold you through your hard time or just for watching teary movies, I'm your guy.'' The man in the mirror said with a faint English accent and a wink. 
 
 
 `` Uh, you are n't who I was waiting for.'' Mark rubbed the back of his neck, the headache getting worse. Cold sweat started to blossom on his skin. 
 
 
 `` But you look like you need some comfort.'' Harry persisted with his smile, tho Mark did see it slip for a moment. 
 
 
 `` I do.'' Mark admitted. 
 
 
 `` Then, I'm your guy!'' Cuddly Harry pulled himself through the mirror and into the cramped bathroom. 
 
 
 `` No, not this type of comfort.'' Mark grimaced, the sweet scent of the pudgy man filled his nose. 
 
 
 `` C'mon, all you need is a hug and we can chat afterwards.'' Harry reached for Mark. 
 
 
 It was too much. Mark stiffened as Harry pulled him into a hug. The smells were assaulting his nose like and artillery drop. Then the sound hit. The deep thump, thump, thump of a heartbeat. Mark gripped onto Harry like a vise. Harry made a sound of surprise. 
 
 
 `` I think you are right, Harry.'' Mark licked his lips. `` I think you are the guy for me.'' 
 
 
 Mark sunk his fangs into Harry's neck, drawing out the life blood from the man. It was sweeter than a normal human, possibly the taste of a fey? Not what Mark was expecting, but it sated him for now. After all, this was Mary's fault for not showing up when he called her. She was supposed to be a vampire's blood supplier.
