My brother Aaron called me. “We need your help,” he said.
“No. Absolutely not. You need to hire a professional. I am not doing this.” I was not going to do this.
“I am hiring a professional. I’m going to see Durant right now. Will you go with me?”
“Sure,” I said.
We were on our way to see Austin Durant, History Professor, restorer of historic buildings, and Vampire Hunter.
Aaron is an attorney and, well, it is a long story, but he deals with rogue Vampires. That includes Shadow Creepers, who are those who no longer have a trace of a soul and are loathsome creatures. The others are Vampires who are over the top predatory, cause violence against others and kill. I wish this list included bores and total jerks but unfortunately that isn’t a crime, just bad manners.
Let me clarify, Aaron takes care of ridding the world of Rogue Vampires. We could do it ourselves but that would too much bad juju for us. After all, Aaron and I are also Vampires. If you’re new here and don’t already know it go back and read my older posts. I’ve been blogging about it since 2012.
Anyway, we hire Vampire Hunters to help us. Not just any Vampire Hunters. We hire those who are experienced, friends (if you can call it that) of the Vampire community, and aren’t just hacks who’ve been watching too many old Hammer films. Seriously some people grow up seeing Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee movies and think they’re ready to go out and save the world. They know nothing and are more likely to get themselves killed or at least in serious physical and emotional trouble. Jeeze they’re already fucking nuts.
Austin Durant is from a long line of Vampire Hunters, who’ve been taking out Rogue Vampires for centuries. He has a second sense about this sort of stuff and knows how to deal with the world in which Vampires and others who are not like him live. But enough of that.
I told Aaron that I was tired of crawling under floor boards and getting rid of dusty old dried up Vampires. I’ll work with Austin but I’m tired of hearing, “You’re the smallest Juliette and you’re so good at talking to them.” Ugh.
Our current situation involved a group of nasty disgusting Vampires who’d camped out in an old abandoned ranch house in the foothills, right smack in the middle of the old Gold Country, along highway 49 in the California Gold Rush country. They’d taken advantage of people sheltering in place and self quarantined, especially those who were alone. They’d already gone into Stockton and were working their way up to Sacramento. It was ugly. They were making people sick. Not sick with Covid 19, but we were sure they were carrying it. They were endangering people and of course they never treated their food sources with respect.
That wasn’t so eloquently said, and it isn’t even the point of this story. I’m a mom. Mom stuff is mostly why I write this blog.
We got to Austin’s house only to discover he’d taken in several students to shelter in place with.
Two were undergraduates. Grace was a third year English Major. Allison was a third year Engineering student. They were sharing Austin’s downstairs bedroom with the twin beds and their own bathroom. Kayden was a graduate student in History. He took the small spare upstairs bedroom.
For one reason or another they had found themselves without housing. Classes had all gone online, but other aspects of student life, like a place to sleep, had become more problematic.
Austin lived in a rambling five bedroom Arts and Crafts home he’d restored a while back. It would be a perfect place for out of place students looking for comfort and a bit of security while they were taking online courses and away from their families and friends.
When we arrived Aaron and Austin immediately went to Austin’s office to talk about the Rogue Vampires and bull shit about whatever it is they talk about. I went to the kitchen for a drink of water.
I overheard the students talking in the family room.
Grace: “Would you change your religion for someone you love?”
Kaden: “Like convert to her religion even if I didn’t really believe in it? No.”
Allison: “Fuck no. Holidays maybe but no, I’m not going to convert to some weird ass religion for some guy.”
Grace: “Would you become a Vampire for someone?”
There was a pause.
I walked into the room. “Vampires?”
“Would you become a vampire to be with someone you love?” Grace asked the question as if she was auditioning for the role of Elizabeth Bennet.
I answered, as if I was auditioning for the part of a warm blooded human. “It depends. Would they become a Vampire for me? What brought on Vampires?”
“Austin was telling us about the raise of religions and cults in 19th and early 20th century America. Then he told us about a group of Vampires who came to California during the Gold Rush to get away from the oppressive culture of the East Coast and Europe.”
“He said he was thinking about writing a book about one of them and her brothers. She’s a Vampire mommy blogger.”
“Really?” I said, then quickly changed the subject. I didn’t change the subject because I wanted to kill Austin Durant right at that moment, or at least rip his throat out, but because I was looking at three young people, the same age as my own children.
Because I’m not some shadow creeping undead ghoul I am also staying at home during the Covid 19 outbreak. I don’t know if I can get this thing. What I do know is that I can carry it. I’m a physical being so I can carry it around until it does land on some unsuspecting soul. Like everyone else I, and those like me, need to be responsible.
I also miss my own children to the point I sometimes feel physically ill. I know they’ve been successful at being adults despite their age. I raised them to be successful adults. I did my job. Bingo. I succeeded beyond expectations. Yet, no matter how much I pat myself on the back, and no matter how proud I am, I worry about them. I love them beyond anything I could ever imagine. That is one thing about parenting that one is never prepared for.
I talked more to the kids about their families, their classes, and their concerns. They made me laugh.
When I could hear the older boys were done with their discussions I invited myself into Austin’s office.
Of course Austin had to ask the one burning question that every Vampire Hunter must be wondering about. “So what are you doing for food these days?”
“Dave’s Bottle Shop is open with a good supply. We also have our regular donors. Don’t worry about it Austin. It isn’t any of your business,” I said.
Then I stepped closer. “Austin, if you ever write about us, or even THINK about writing about us the consequences will be extremely ugly.”
I could almost hear him thinking so I went ahead and answered his internal fear. “Yes, Austin, I would turn you into a Vampire so fast you wouldn’t even know it. Your worst nightmare would be a reality.”
“Juliette,” said Aaron. “Don’t say things like that.”
After rolling my eyes at my brother I just gave Austin a slight smile with the smallest bit of fang.
We’re still figuring out how to deal with the Rogue Vampires. I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime if you’re not with your kids keep in touch. Text, FaceTime, FaceBook, Zoom, call, email, or whatever works for you. Don’t just do this for your kids but for everyone you know. Also please check in on the elderly and those who need a little bit of extra help. Keep in touch with those who might be alone and experiencing anxiety or depression.
- Shelter in Place
- Wash your hands
- Keep in touch
- Be creative
- Get sleep
- Be careful
- Be nice
- Don’t be a dick
- Don’t take any chances. I want you to be here this time next year.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
A Vampire mommy blogger? Nah… too obvious. That’d be like someone calling themselves “fictional” online as a cover for the truth. The silly things people say to each other in quarantine, huh? Hmm.
On a side note, I didn’t even really WANT to leave until they told me I couldn’t.
Even after being sheltered for over two weeks (read: virus-free), I’m still hesitating to hug… like it will be my last one ever. For once I’m happy I can’t dream: no nightmares.
Anyway, great post! Keep it up!
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