A Vampire Muses on Youth

You can live forever. You can look like you’re 26 forever. You can know everything. But you are only young once, just for a few short years then you can never get it back again – even if you live for 1,000 years.

I try to teach my children to grow and fly, but at the same time I want them to enjoy and savor this time. I want my teens to still be kids and not grow up too fast. That doesn’t mean I want them to be immature babies. It means I want them to enjoy and savor this wonderful time of growth and discovery.

There are many quotes about youth being squandered on the young.

I made so many stupid mistakes – things that I can never undo or take back but at least I learned from those mistakes. Yes, remember that point… LEARNED FROM MY MISTAKES. That said, I’ve used that knowledge to be a good parent.

I’ve told my kids to learn from their mistakes. And to learn from their triumphs as well.

I want my kids to spend long nights talking with friends about ideas and solving the problems of the world. I want them to laugh until their sides hurt. I want them to be excited about life and the future.

I want them to fall in love but come to me when their hearts break so I can tell them it will be alright. I want them to fly but I want them to know I’ll catch them if the wind dies from underneath their wings.

I want them to experience college. Not night classes or working for a few years or waiting. I want them to live the dorms and make friends and connections and have that experience of COLLEGE. I didn’t get all of that and I wish, I wish, I wish I could have done that.

My friends of my youth are still my best friends in the universe. I have let my kids know that one of the most important things they can do is to choose their friends wisely.

Things they do will have consequences good and bad. When one is young without experience, philosophically or morally or emotionally they can make bad choices. I have raised my children not to be followers, but to be skeptics. If they’re leaders that is a plus, but never be a follower. You can be blind in your eyes but not in your brain or in your heart.

I tell my teens, “respect yourself and don’t get lost in the feeling that you’re alone. When you grow older you’ll understand that you do have value and that you are someone. Never forget that.”

They’ll know what it is to be different. They know that they’ll move on and their friends will grow old. But like their friends, they’ll have been young once. We can all say we were young once.

I want them to remember it well and have no regrets. Isn’t that what every parent wishes for? And it is what I work for, because I’m their mom.

So dance until the sun comes up, sing out loud, discover the music that makes your soul sing, dare to have ideas, imagine the impossible and love, laugh and learn with abandon.

Be young. And if you’re old, then keep doing everything I mentioned above.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

dancing

 

 

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When You Grow Old (a very short story)

A short story:

When You Grow Old

“Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked my brother’s caretaker Josh.

My brother Bob is 90 years old. A former screenwriter and movie producer, he lives in a modern glass and polished wood mansion on the Central Coast of California.

I’d been at Bob’s for six months.

“Your grandmother would have been 101 this year,” Bob told me. I was going to turn 101 this year, at the end of October. What Bob doesn’t know is that I am his sister Valentina. He doesn’t know I’m a vampire either. He thinks I’m a great niece who is the spitting image of his older sister who passed away in 1935.

I walked the beach in the evenings with Bob. He leaned my arm and told me about the cycles of the tide and the migration of the whales.

Arriving home we found that my brother’s caretaker Josh had fixed dinner.  A beautiful salad and fresh rockfish. Josh, a tall skinny but muscular blonde in his 30’s had been with Bob for about 3 years. He divided his time between helping Bob and two other elderly folks near by, and when he wasn’t with his old folks he was surfing.

I asked Josh why he worked with old people. “They’re exceptional creatures,” he told me, “with the knowledge of lost times. They have wisdom and humor that needs to be honored. You can’t always get that out of old people, but if you work them just so and LISTEN they’ll give you the secrets of the universe. And the weird thing is, no not weird, the magic of it is that they don’t even know they have that knowledge.”

The next morning we had a visitor. It was Stephen, one of my brother’s neighbors.  “You’ve been good to your brother,” he whispered in my ear. He was also a Vampire, something I’d known for a while, but never talked to him about. Our paths crossed but this was the first time he’d had made a social call since I’d been there.

It seems Stephen and Bob have been friends for the past 10 years, since Stephen purchased the run down house next door and restored it to the former glory of its past. Until today, Stephen only visited Bob when I was out. The Stephen and Josh spend the evenings talking, watching movies and playing cards with Bob. There was a bond of friendship between the three that was so real and close, the kind that never ends, even with age and differences of opinion.

A few nights later Stephen and I walked the beach.

“How long have you been a Vampire?” I asked him. It was a common question Vampires ask each other.

“Since the summer of 1802. Funny it seems like yesterday.”

“So hows it working out for you? I mean, the Vampire thing and all?” I had to ask.

“Good. It’s all good. You know it isn’t for everyone.”

“I wonder about Bob.” I had wondered about my brother and if I made him into a Vampire if I’d restore his youth and keep him in my life.

“Bob is happy where he is.”

“I think you’re right.”

We walked more and listened to the waves. Then he kissed me under that stars. That was a surprise. A nice surprise.

The next morning after Josh had helped Bob with his shower and getting dressed I visited with him over coffee. Josh was such a caring free spirit, loving his work with the elderly and his relationship with the waves.

“Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked Josh.

He smiled. “I’ll ride out on the surf and become one with the sea.”

“Who will listen to your words of wisdom?”

“You and Stephen can pass it on. You’ll still be here. You’ll always be here. So will Bob, not in body but his spirit is strong. He’ll be around as long as the stars over the surf.” Then he winked at me. “Valentina, I know all about you. Your kind is all over the coast down here. I grew up with Vampires. It’s cool.”

And so it was.

surf sunset

A short story from ~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Have a good weekend everyone and may all your sunsets be beautiful and all your waves be high.

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Dragons and Dreams

Dragons and Dreams

This story was featured in the WPaD anthology Dragons and Dreams – available at Amazon.com and other fine online booksellers. Portions of the proceeds go to MS research.

Just another quiet night

There is a drought out my way. Last night my sister-in-law Verity and I walked down the path to the bluff. Even in the dark we could see how the lake had dropped. The small lake. The big lake just beyond the dam was almost empty of water. Old Gold Rush era towns were surfacing along with long forgotten bridges and roads.

“Do you think it will ever rain again?” Verity asked knowing how I’d answer.

“No,” I said.

Behind her a shadow materialized then a voice. “You are so beautiful, even for a Vampire. You are Botticelli’s Venus wrapped in a shroud of death and deception.”

She turned around and slashed her arm through the ghost who stood behind her. “Damn you,” she growled at him, fangs barred.

I almost rolled my eyes at them. “Both of you stop it.”  I swear it was like being with children all over again.

Nigel the Ghost stood there with a sly smile on his face. He brushed a bit of black hair out of his face and winked at me.

Despite the clear sky and the dry days I could feel a bit of dampness in the air from the mist lifting off the water. Urban coyotes howled and yipped along the parkway. Turkeys roosted in the trees above. A few small bats flew above our heads. We could see deer walking in the distance near the backs of our neighborhood houses.

We made our way to the street and walked another half mile to the neighborhood coffee shop where Verity and I had coffee. Nigel sat and took in the sights and smells. There we sat, two Vampires and a Ghost discussing books, bickering about not being normal humans and pondering what was in store for our college and high school aged children.

None of the other patrons had any idea what we were. Then again, we had no idea what they were. They were human, or at least we think they were, but like I said, one never knows about these things.

Verity received second glances due to her stunning beauty. Nobody seemed to notice that our reflection in the windows were only faint shadows. Nobody noticed that the two women by the window were talking to someone that nobody else could see.

Nigel and Verity got into a long philosophical discussion on what it was to be human. They’d both been human at one point. How odd it was for them to turn into something else, but still be human, but not human. Nigel said he missed the taste of a cold beer on a hot summer day. Being a Ghost sucks for the most part. He’d adjusted. Verity had been horrified for years that she needed to feed on others to survive but eventually she learned the game – the give and take. Most experienced Vampires had elevated it to an art form almost. Just as Ghosts did with haunting. They found their way and their own happiness.

I was always this way, sort of human I suppose but not a regular human (I was born a Vampire.)

We walked home through the neighborhood streets. Not a car went by. Not a dog barked. We could hear someone laughing in one of the houses. A cat looked out at us from a window.

When we arrived back at my house Nigel looked at us and said, “I never thought I’d be the guy with the two hot Vampire chicks.” Then he laughed and vanished.

It was just another quiet night.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

night bird

Astounding and Astonishing Photos from Mars

NASA scientists were astonished and astounded by a Martian rock resembling a jelly doughnut that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Earlier this month The Opportunity rover earlier took a photo of a fairly flat surface then went back later and PRESTO there was a rock where no rock was before AND it was shaped like a doughnut. And we all know that everybody likes doughnuts!

At first it was thought that the wheels of the rover had kicked up the rock when turning around, however there might be something else going on. This morning when the rover went back it found a FRESH SPRINKLE doughnut.

The jelly doughnut rock is high in sulfur and magnesium, and scientists are still trying to figure out why. The other rock is high in sugar, fat and chocolate – no surprise there.

Now Opportunity has gone in search of coffee. I’ll keep you posted on any additional findings.mars donut

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NASA has yet to officially confirm the existence of little green cats, Vampires or missing pilots on Mars – but we know the truth.

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For more on space click on the links below:

Astonishing Images of Life on Mars

Spaced Out – Methane on Mars

Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts and Pluto – the brilliant logic of youth

Musings on Gassy Planets, High School and Uncle Max

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Look away and I will be gone

I see my face in the mirror. Brown hair, hazel eyes, a serious look ready to laugh at any second, a mouth ready for a kiss. A pretty face in a cold glass backed with silver looking out like a ghost of my soul.

But you might see a shadow, or a ripple like water or an impressionist painting. You might see nothing.

Look into my eyes then follow them to the glass and you will see your reflection and you will see mine. Look away and I will be gone.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Vampire Maman

Vampire Maman

For more on mirrors and Vampire Maman click here.

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I am free…

I am free

To roam the universe

That lies

Between my house

And your prison

Next door.

Growl at me all you want

Fluffy cat

For I am free…

At least until Juliette gets home.

I am free fluffy cat! Oscar giving Teddy some serious attitude.

I am free fluffy cat!
Oscar giving Teddy some serious attitude.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman