The Energy Drive

C

"19."

The Energy Drive Woman smirks.

"You can spare a year of your life. It's for a good cause." She raises a pasty white finger. "One year can save the lives of hundreds if not thousands of poor, unfortunate souls!"

The redheaded girl rolls her sharp, green eyes. She's heard this over and over on tv and social media!

"Look, I don't feel like ending the day a year older than I should be."

"It's just a year!" The Energy Drive Woman reiterates. "A year is nothing! Lots of people do it. You'll be helping your community and..."

"Fine." The Redhead submits. Truth was, she had nothing better to do at the moment. She won't have another class for at least an hour!

"Wonderful!" The ED Woman claps. "Now, let's head to the van!"

It was a white van with the outline of a body in blue, which symbolizes the soul, on the door.

The ED Woman informs her partner, a man who literally looked like Nosferatu with a white mustache, and is quickly handed a form to fill out.

"Name?" 

"Samantha Horton."

The ED Woman nods and scribbles.

"And you're currently 19?"

"Yes."

"And you're willing to donate 1 year of your life?"

"... Yes." Samantha hesitantly replies.

"Great!" The ED Woman chirps. "Oh, that reminds me, we have a special offer!"

"A special offer?"

"Yep. You see..."

A: "If you donate ten years of your life, we will give you the knowledge and credentials to work in your choice of profession!" Though the professions she could choose from are small and listed.

B: "If you donate twenty years of your life, we will pay you 35 Grand a month, tax free, for next ten years!"

C: "If you donate fifty years of your life, we will give you  30 Million Dollars!"

Sam looks at the form with a puzzled expression. 

Of course they want more than just a year! Typical!

"I don't really want to be pushing thirty. My Mom's 36... that'd be pretty weird."

"But you'll be helping so many people!" The ED Woman guilts. "Plus, you'll receive knowledge in any of the ten listed professions on that list. Plus, the credentials to get that job! Think about it, you'll be skipping college!"

"I like college!"

"But wouldn't you rather be financially stable?!"

"... Eventually."

"Why not now?"

"Cause I..."

"Look, it's an amazing offer, your actions will immensely benefit the community, and the payout is pretty nice!"

Sam sighs.

"Fine. I'll donate ten years!"

"Wonderful!" The ED Woman claps as Nosferatu creeps up from behind, licking his lip with pure black eyes. "Have you decided on a profession?"

A: A Dentist 
B: An Accountant 
C: A Baker with a business degree
D: Something else

"I don't want an office job..." Samantha shakes her head at the options of being an accountant, therapist, or public relations assistant. And she most definitely didn't want to be a dentist! Her uncle was one and he lost three fingers! 

"Uh... I guess a baker with a business degree...and, wow, that's a weirdly specific option!"

"You'd be surprised how many people take that option." The ED Woman chuckles.

At this point, Samantha is taken back to Nosferatu breathing down on her neck. Taking deep, deep breaths, his bony hand hovering over her arms!

"Now, just sign this form, which is your consent to donating ten years of your life energy, and we'll get the process started!"

With a slow and awkward squiggle, Samantha Horton signs her name in red ink.

The second it dried, Nosferatu lunged at her neck, his incisors pierced into her skin!

She panics, her arms held down by Nosferatu, as The ED Woman speaks in a calm and relaxing voice.

"It's okay, it'll be over soon enough."

As she stands till, her body starts to fee strange as a loud sucking sound pulsates in her ears.

Her body grows four inches in height within seconds, her hips widened by a good ten centimeters, a fortunate choice to be wearing pajama pants. Her forehead begins to form small, yet rather noticeable lines of dermabrasion, and her, which was curled at shoulder length, recedes to a pixie cut.

"Thank you for donating ten years to the Compassionate Vampires." The ED Woman smiles happily. 

As Nosferatu let's go, Sam nearly topples to the ground, her head pounding like a decade's worth of hangovers!

"Gah!" She shouts in agony.

"It's okay." Nosferatu speaks in a light toned, high pitched, feminine, Eastern European accent. "That's just information sinking in."

"Information?" Sam looks puzzled.

"Your business degree." The ED Woman clarifies. "And your culinary skills."

"Don't worry, the nausea and headaches will calm down by morning. Till then, I suggest you get a ride home and rest for the rest of the day."

"We'll be sending you a degree in the mail." The ED Woman assures. "Till then, would you like a t-shirt or pint of Baskin Robbin's Ice-cream?"

A) Sam gets a ride home from her mom
B) Sam gets a pint of ice cream from Baskin Robbins and suffers the consequences.
C) Something else.

B but whatever sounds fun.

A

B