A Reflection on Horror and Hope

This is Werewolf Week here at Vampiremaman.com

I’ve been posting stories of Werewolves, in relation to Vampires, the modern world, friendship, and the never ending quest of trying to understand each other.

It has also been a week of horrors that nobody can explain or understand.

Over the past few years I’ve written too many posts about how to try to explain to my children, and talk to my children about mass shootings and other unbelievable acts of violence. Sandy Hook was the hardest. You can’t explain why, or anything else. Nothing about it makes any sense. No good can come out of something like at, or any shooting. Even a day after 9/11, my two year old looked into the sky and asked, “Mommy, where are the airplanes?” We’d always looked in the sky where I pointed out the planes that flew over our home.

I don’t know a soul who isn’t still shaken from what happened in Las Vegas on Sunday night.

My friends in Las Vegas are deeply shaken. One is painting a mural in honor of those lost. I’ll post photos. The community has come together to help, and heal.

A few weeks ago I received a text message from the college my daughter attends about a gunman at one of the locations. I went cold. Nobody was hurt. No shots. The asshole was caught. Still, it chills even me to my bones.

With the three terrifying storms, and now the Las Vegas shooting we are numb, but also we are called to help. Unlike in a lot of movies, when things go bad people help each other. People mourn for those they have never met. We are one in our humanity, at least most of us are.

Nobody will ever know why a man decided to kill people at a music concert. Nobody will ever know why he decided to murder people who were parents, high school students, friends, mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, good people…

I find myself without any original words, only sorrow and the feeling that I’m going to cry.

Nobody can understand that kind of evil, in a world that seems to be so full of evil and hate. Nobody can understand that kind of evil in a world so full of goodness and hope.

I write about the paranormal world, those who are Werewolves, Vampires, Ghosts, etc. I don’t try to horrify but write about the day-to-day existence of such beings in the modern world. I write about what it is like to be a little different, or unique, or strange compared to everyone else.

For example – Werewolf myths and stories have been around as long as humans and wolves. Some cultures believed that all it took was a wolf skin belt to make one become a Werewolf. Some said it was a form of witchcraft. Snopes worthy Werewolf stories have abounded for centuries.

In the Old English Werewolf means man-wolf. Sometimes the Greek term Lycanthrope (wolf-person) is used to describe someone who changes their shape from human to wolf, either by full moon light, on demand, or by some other sort of trigger.

There is also a condition known as Hypertrichosis in which a person is covered with hair – face and all. This is a genetic condition that has nothing to do with shape changing. It is just excessive hair (as far as I know.)

If you look at the history of Werewolves, and especially Witches you’ll find a world of blame.

Nobody could believe that someone would kill fifty-nine people for no reason, or injure more than five hundred so they explained it away with accusations of shape shifting and witchcraft.

They burned people alive, tortured them, and locked them away in the name of godliness. There was horror on both sides, with more innocent people caught in the middle. Ignorance and hate for some reason always seem to come up on top. To be crass, shit floats to the top along with dead things.

We can’t blame the modern horrors here in the United States or elsewhere in the world on Werewolves, Witches, Demons or Ghosts. The horror is human. The horror can’t be explained away.

The fact that people are trying to make all of this political has to stop. Yes, there are going to be assholes who are going to say and even do stupid things. They need to feel important. They aren’t. They need to blame and hate because that is where they find their power. They are broken. Stay good. Stay true. Keep your heart on healing and love.

The true monsters are those who kill, who hurt the weak, who subject women and children to slavery like conditions and keep them from their God given human rights, and who prevent others from the freedom of thought, religious belief, and prevent others from loving who they love.

About the love part. Why do people prevent same sex people from loving each other? Why do they force young people into loveless marriages? Why are transgender people beaten and murdered? Why do people abuse their spouses, children, and the elderly? There is no reason for it, except for monsters who are really human. It is control. It is evil and the cult of ignorance and control. It is every dystopian story ever written come true.

As Pogo said, “We have me the enemy and he is us.”

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Then again, little possum, there is hope. There is always hope, because there are always those who hold the hand of a dying stranger, who wait in line for eight hours to give blood, who donate to build homes for people they’ve never met, who adopt shelter animals, who comfort those in need, and who feel in their hearts for others.

I’ve been writing for a while but I still don’t think I’ve come up with the right words.

Hold close to those you love, and keep your love light burning for all to see, especially for those who are in their darkest days.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

jojo the dogfaced boy

Jo Jo the Dog Faced Boy, aka Fedor Jeftichew. The most famous example of someone with Hypertrichosis.

Vampire Vegas

I’m in Las Vegas.

Unfortunately I didn’t bring Vlad with me because his reactions would have been priceless.

For the past two weeks I’ve been on the road from Northern California, to Lincoln, Nebraska (for the National Roller Skating Championships), and all points in-between. Now we’re (my daughter and I) on our way home – stopping in Las Vegas for a few days to visit friends.

Vampire friends of course – my friend Amelia and her family.

Las Vegas Vampires are completely different kind of Vampires, as you can imagine. The lifestyle is completely over the top. That said, it isn’t a free for all. It is savvy, calculated, and over the top in just about every way one can imagine.

Nobody goes to Las Vegas expecting to run into Vampires, and the Vampires here like to keep it that way.

Amelia always shows up exquisitely dressed in her vintage (and vintage) inspired dresses, and knocks the socks off anyone looking for sophisticated old Vegas elegance. It is a joy to see.

In the clubs at night, by the pools, in the bars, dancing to the music, in tight short skirts, and elegant trendy menswear, the Vampires charm, and seduce. Everyone has a good time. I can guarantee you that. Sure there are a few stiff necks, and major headaches in the morning but we don’t care.  Should we? Not really. Everybody got exactly what they wanted.

So what’s on the agenda for the rest of the week, summer, year… forever?

We’re having more adventures for the next few days, then heading back up home to my husband Teddy, our pets, and the rest of our crew.

Hey, if you’re in Las Vegas make sure you check out the Arts District. Search on Arts District Las Vegas or go to Twitter at #artsdistrictlv  and visit http://msmercantilelv.com, and http://mainstreet.vegas

I’ll keep you posted on more adventures.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

 

 

From the City that Nevsky Sleeps

A Guest Post From My Dearest Vampire Friend Amelia

It was a Friday night in the city that never sleeps. No, not New York. Las Vegas. Land of glitter and sleaze, neon and nightclubs; where we’d just as soon blow up our old buildings than redecorate. Viva Las Vegas! It was early June 2011 and my friend had come for a much needed visit. For me. Juliette is kind that way. I get sad, she comes and visits. I’m not nearly as good a friend. But then it’s me that gets tired of the grind of life. Or rather death. Maybe I should look into a different line of work. Life as a contract worker for several dystopian bureaucrats takes its toll, eventually. Believe me. Everything you’ve seen in the movies about being someone whose job it is to terminate others with extreme prejudice? Make it 1,000 times more boring and 1,000 times more deadly. Even a vampire can get tired of slogging through the grind of tracking a difficult hit and then dealing with the gore when it doesn’t go quite as planned. Juliette understands I have my moments after a particularly difficult job. She always seems to have her head on straight. But she’s willing to blow off steam, hence her volunteering to come cheer me up and our subsequent trip down to The Strip.

I steered Juliette through the casino floor bar at the Cosmopolitan, up the steps to the private cocktail lounge on the third level of the Chandelier. The first floor is to die for beautiful and best for people watching but it was getting late and the normal Friday night crowd could pack it in. The second floor, just as lovely, is very small in my opinion and a little two conspicuous for two vampire lovelies looking for a nip. “White Russian or black Russian?”

“Black. You know I like my brunettes…” she answered with a laugh. I love Juliette’s laugh. It always makes me smile and God He knows, I need to smile more often.

“Just so you know, I’ve lined up a few delicious ex-pats I found on InterNations. Goodness, they’re eager to meet up. Oh, by the way, how is your Russian? I told them you were born in Warsaw to a Czech mother after she was raped by Soviet soldier during the Prague Spring invasion. But the father later repented and came back for you and your mother. You immigrated to California when you were four.”

“OH MY GOSH, you didn’t! You’re incorrigible, Amelia!” Again, that laugh.”No. I didn’t. I told them you’re a descendent of Alexander Nevsky and were willing to sell a few holy indulgences for their forgiven sins.”

“Not very likely on any count. Nevsky was a saint. No descendents. I’m not a Catholic priest so I pretty sure I’m not in a category to forgive any sort of sin and NEWSFLASH: indulgences haven’t been for sale for several centuries. Where HAVE you been hiding out?” She linked her arm in mine as she finished climbing the steps. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll promise them something I’m sure we’ll all enjoy,” she added with a wicked smile and just a hint of fang. Now it was my turn to laugh.

“Добрый вечер, Анатолий Викторович. This is my friend Juliette,” I paused at the top of the stairs, greeting our first event for the evening.

~ Amelia

 

 

Thank you so much dear Amelia for this wonderful and flattering post. Now I laugh.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

Now it is time for cocktails:

White Russian

2 parts Vodka

1 part Kahula

1 part heavy cream or half & half

Pour over ice, stir, enjoy.

 

Black Russian

2 parts Vodka

1 part Kahula

1 part heavy cream or half & half

Pour over ice, stir, enjoy. Add a cherry on top if you’re feeling extra festive.

Enjoy. Cheers!

 

Cheers!

Cheers!

Leaving Las Vegas – Vampire Style

lipsI went to a RAVE tonight. I usually don’t do this sort of thing. I used to, but now that I’m a responsible parent… I know it all sounds like BS and a lot of it is…BUT as I’ve explained before, sometimes a Vampire Chick has to do what a Vampire Chick has to do. Nasty business. Thank goodness for girlfriends – girlfriends are the best.

I’m not a “Rave” person. I don’t like the electronic music (as my daughter says “guys who dress up, slutty girls and electronic music that nobody knows the words to.”) or the noise and confusion. But on the other hand, if you’re a Vampire it is the proverbial “Free Lunch”. Except for tonight. Free Lunch will be a thing of the past for one Vampire we know.

So my lovely golden-haired friend Amelia, tall darkly blonde and beautiful tells me that “Don” the worst kind of sleazy, gold chain wearing, silk suited, player with pinky rings, asshole, violent, disgusting, womanizing Vampire is now back in Las Vegas. Sheesh. Both the enforcer Vampires AND the Vampire Hunters have been after this guy for ages.  And yes, they have even worked together to get rid of this slime ball who always seems to slip between their fingers.

Oh, right, you MAY consider this “Short Story Sunday” or you can just consider it a tall tale or THE HONEST AND COMPLETE TRUTH. It is your call. Do what makes you comfortable.

Anyway, Amelia is my soul mate sort of friend who lives in Las Vegas with her child and wonderful husband (they’re Vampires too). Click here for a little back story of this trip.

So night comes complete with a full moon over the Nevada desert and Amelia and I drop the kids off at the water park for some night-time fun. Then we go back to the house and change into our little black dresses, heels, full makeup and we’re ready for business.

“I hear Don has a twice the size of life statue of himself posing as David.” Amelia tells me this with a straight face.

Don is attractive despite the sleaze but this information almost makes me throw up a bit in my mouth. Yuck. Double yuck.

So we, Amelia and I head down the Las Vegas Strip to an exotic location where there is a RAVE going on. The guys will dress at this one, good suits, tux material, hot and tasty. The girls all dress like sluts including fluffy leg warmers and short short short plaid school girls skirts. They ALL dress like sluts. In fact, we’re the least slutty in our micro mini skin-tight black dresses and 6 inch heels. Hers are red. Mine are deep midnight blue with bows. I like bows.

The music is deafening even for Vampires. Yes, there are a few other Vampires here in this shoulder to shoulder crowd. There are a few just hanging with other Vampires, looking for love and dinner all in one. They love their dinner. Anyway, enough of bad jokes…there are a few local Vampires but they had no idea why we’re there. In fact, we don’t let on that we’re there. We’re on a mission.

We watch people dance and flirt. Amelia nudges me to look across the room. There he is, looking like some sort of overly handsome Italian model in his expensive suit with the collar just so and diamonds in his French cuffs. We go to this exquisite piece of human manliness and flank his sides then each one of us grabs and arm. He looks at us startled. My nails dig into his jacket. I don’t damage a thread of the expensive wool and silk blend but I draw blood. I can smell it and feel it seeping through the fabric. I can smell the panic on him. He can’t get away. His name is Alan and he is a Vampire Hunter.

We lead him to a dark corner where Amelia whispers “You need to listen to us.” Then she kisses his neck, which totally freaks him out, but he doesn’t show it.

I show him a bit of fang and hook my eyes on his. “Listen Alan, we’re on your side tonight. We’re here to help you find Don. We will do everything we can to help you get rid of him. Just him, not the other Vampires. They won’t harm anyone. Don harms everyone, regular human, Vampire, Werewolf – everyone.”

Alan says “Why should I trust you.”

I tell him “I’m Juliette,Maxwell Todd’s sister.” Max is my brother and a big bad Vampire and an “enforcer”. Max is a Vampire but he also hunts down bad Vampires. Sometimes, I’ve been known to help him out with rogue Vampires, among other things. “I can smell the fear on you Alan. Don’t be afraid. I know you have a job to do. I know you know Max. We’re here to help in whatever way we can. OK?”

“OK” said Alan, with a grim smile. He looked at my friend. “You must be Amelia. I’ve heard about you. You’re famous in these parts. I have to say I’m in awe.”

Amelia just smiled. “Come on lover boy, let’s catch us a Rogue Vampire.”

We make our way through the exceptionally trendy and wild crowd of 20 somethings. Our eyes look for the dark-haired, dark-eyed Vampire called Don. We spot him with a girl, a red-haired girl in a red dress and a bird of paradise inked on her shoulder. She is enchanted by the Vampire Don. She is in danger, big time. If Don doesn’t kill her he might make her one of his minions, a fate, yes a fate worse than death.

I take Alan’s hand and fold in three silver bullets and then bring it up to my lips and kiss his folded fist. “Alan, these are special. They can kill him if you get his heart or hit him through one of his eyes. Or you can cut his head off and burn his body. The choice is yours. I’ve sent you a message with a number you can reach me. If you need anything call me.”

“I owe you,” he said, “Both of you.”

“We’ll owe you too Vampire Hunter. But remember, if you ever go after us or any Vampire like us we’ll…”

“I understand,” said Alan. Then he did the unthinkable and kissed Amelia right on the mouth.

Yes, she did smile. “We’re done here.” She said, that as we watched Alan make his way through the crowd.

“Not bad for a regular human,” I said.

“His heart is in the right place. I just hope he knows what he is up against.”

“I think he knows. I do indeed think he knows.”

We made our way back through the crowd to the outside world. I looked at my watch. “Do you think we should go pick up the kids now?”

She smiled. “Good idea. And if we have time we can go on some of the big water slides.”

Good idea.

Tomorrow I head home, I will leave Las Vegas but I always leave a little piece of my heart behind. Thanks for all of your help and inspiration Amelia. We had a great time!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Vampire Roadtrip

Vampire Roadtrip

What Happens in Vegas…2013 Vampire Roadtrip Continues

Vampire Roadtrip

Vampire Roadtrip

Kids are going to be who they’re going to be. You never know who you’re going to give birth to. But I can say I definitely gave birth to my daughter. She doesn’t look like me but we are so much alike. We’ve been on the road for 5 days and it has been a riot. I mean that in a fun way, not a destructive breaking windows and looting way. Anyway…today we arrived in Las Vegas.

It is HOT and blazing Hell-like sunny. Hence, I sit in the cool and dark writing this because I’ve had way too much exposure and risked frying myself to a crisp and going into some sort of heat related Vampire coma. But we’re now In Las Vegas – where the night will come and the sky will be awash in lights and life and a regular feast for the eyes – and a feast for Vampires.

We’re sending the kids off to the water park tonight. A regular buffet for hungry Vampire teens and talk about “fast food”.  And it is fun. Hey, if anyone tells you Vampires don’t have fun they’re wrong. Vampire teens always know how to have fun. Fun is their code.

For the adults there are other entertainments and other places to dine. Many more places.

My dear friend Amelia lives in Las Vegas with her daughter and husband. Amelia and I were both born the same year (1859) and have known each other since we were the same ages as our daughters (14).

Amelia stretched out her long legs in her ultra modern and cool living room and gave me one of “those looks”. “Guess who is back in town?”

I could feel my lip twitch in disgust. I knew who she was talking about. It was Don. Disgusting Don who gives all Modern Vampires and all Males of any species a bad name. Ugh. I swore that last time I saw him that I’d kill him. Not nice, but he is lower than a roach in my book. He’d abuse the lower forms of Vampire women and Regular Humans as well. He was scum. He needed to go away. Amelia and I decided that WE were going to make him go away.

I could just see him in a shiny black suit, a silver shirt unbuttoned down the front, gold chains, dark hair slicked back, 8 diamond rings and just a hint of eyeliner.

Of course there was the scent that clung to the air as he passed by – a mixture of blood, lemons and sandalwood. Made me want to barf.

Amelia and I had come across him in the 1930’s. He’d gone to Europe from the dust bowl as a Regular Human and returned a Vampire. Not the kind of person we like to see being turned into a Vampire. There were repercussions but Don, unfortunately, was spared and has spent the past 80 years spreading his slime across the world only make a poisoned snail like trail between Los Angeles and Las Vegas.

At various times over the years, he’d stalked me and tried to drag me into his nasty lair. The guy had no idea what he was dealing with. My husband Teddy and brother Max hunted him down and dropped him down a mine shaft where we stayed for over a year, only to be rescued by one of his pathetic little Vampire sluts. These are not Modern Vampires, but Vampire cockroaches of the lowest order. Vampire Trash. The idea of them makes my skin crawl. And even worse, he attracts Vampire Hunters – the kind who make no distinction between scum like Don and the rest of us. Damn it. I wish they’ll thrown a fire bomb down that well when they had the chance.

In the meantime, Amelia and I discussed what we’re going to do tonight. Maybe go to a few clubs. We’d put on our little black dresses and heels and have some grown-up fun.

I suggested cocktails but Amelia just smiled and said “Why not just go straight for the jugular.”

And perhaps, as long as we’re solving all the problems of the world, we’ll do a little Vampire hunting of our own. Watch out Don, if Amelia and I get our way this might be your last night in Vegas.

Now that sounds like a fun night out.

Wishing you all fun, no matter what you’re doing or who you’re doing it with.

I’ll keep you updated on what happens with Don the cockroach later tonight or tomorrow.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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