Yesterday my friend Jack was complaining about his allergies. I purred “poor sweetie,” into his ear, sank my fangs into his neck, took a half pint of blood, and his red eyes cleared right up. He just texted me that he felt great all day without the jitters he got from allergy drugs.
I could fix Jack, but on the way home the air conditioning in my car wouldn’t get cold. It just blew sort of warm coolish air. I rolled down the windows. Heat and Vampires are not good friends. I put my hand on the cooling vent, but I couldn’t fix it. Damn.
I’d witnessed several things with no hope of being fixed like a few crazy people I saw. I’m not talking about people with mental illness. I’m talking about people who are nuts. These are folks who are just oblivious to others, without any social filters, etc. You know the type. As a Vampire I tend to avoid those types. Too much bad blood and weird vibes.
I swear, I don’t get it. These people have been wasting our time for centuries (now a lot of them just go into politics.) They are totally oblivious to the world around them. They’re oblivious to others. They’re as bad as Goblins (don’t even get me started on them.)
My respect goes out, especially to small business owners, who have to deal with nut jobs.
So yesterday I couldn’t get my temperature under control. Being undead isn’t all it is cracked up to be in fiction. We’re on the top of the food chain but we have our issues. To be serious I don’t like the term “undead” and rarely use it, but, anyway…
I got home and discovered the pup had a lump on her jaw. After digging in her mouth just to make sure she wasn’t chewing on a rock or some other piece of yard stuff, I discovered it was not in her mouth. I put my hand on the lump. There was no pain. I couldn’t help her. I don’t heal animals, except with love and my soothing voice. At the veterinarian office everyone thought my Alice was the cutest puppy ever. At four and a half months she weighs 39 pounds. Alice wiggled and barked and got really excited. All of the people were feeling warm and fuzzy. Alice was super cute. I was feeling cold and detached. It is what my kind does at times. But I’m thankful that there is someone who can take care of dogs and cats.
At home I warned the pup NOT to chase or bother the cats. Of course she didn’t listen to me. The cats don’t listen either. Sometimes my husband listens. But I don’t have to worry about my husband scratching anyone or giving them abscesses.
When I came home from the vets office the math tutor was standing by the front door. The teen had fallen asleep and didn’t hear the doorbell. Vampire or not, teens sleep like the dead. Sigh.
While the math lesson was in progress I went outside to sit in the shade and thought about how I’d sat with people as their lives slipped away and their souls went on to another plane. It was always unnerving when there was no soul. Those are the times when even the hardest Vampire or Werewolf will look around for something unsavory that even makes us feel a bit unsafe and uneasy. Then the pup jumped on me with her giant paws and cool nose, and long wagging tail. Time to play.
Jack texted me again this morning to let me know he is feeling better than he has in weeks. Aside from the allergies, his wife just got a new job (her dream job), and an article he’d written had been published in a prestigious professional journal. I had to smile.
I looked outside for ghosts and didn’t see any.
And now it is time for more coffee, and time to get to work.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman