Last night I received an unexpected call from my brother’s girlfriend. At the time I was up to my ears in dog fur, cat barf and an unfinished novel (I’m writing not reading.) It was still good the hear from the lovely Shawna.
“How is your arm?” I had to ask. She’d broken it just a few days ago while helping my brother with some household task.
“Just a cracked wrist. I’m ok.”
“Good. Tell me about Andy?”
That is a loaded question. The answer can be one of three things. He is bat shit crazy, totally completely lost or absolutely wonderful. All kidding aside, Andy had been recently attacked by what we think was a Vampire Hunter. We’re still working on it. Anyway, a wooden stake grazed his dear cold heart. We could have lost him. The next day Shawna somehow managed to break her wrist.
My parents and eldest brother Max, plus a few more Vampires showed up on the scene. Shawna was a bit out of her comfort zone with all of them around.
She is beyond being out of her normal comfort zone.
You see, Shawna isn’t a Vampire. In fact she isn’t even the kind of warm-blooded girl whom you expect to be looking for romance with for Vampires. Shawna is a college professor – a tenured professor no less.
So what is a middle-aged educator doing with a 163 year old Vampire? Love works in mysterious ways.
Anyway, Shawna needed a break from the commotion at Andy’s house in San Francisco and wanted to check out some documents in the State Archives (in Sacramento near where I live.) She said she’d take the train over. A friend would pick her up but she wanted to see me. So I invited her to stay the night if she wanted.
I know, more Vampires. But it is just the three of us these days (my husband, teen daughter and me) unless anyone else stops by to visit. We’re pretty normal around here.
Hey, we’re not the Addams Family around here and we are certainly not the family in Million Dollar Baby.
In so many romantic situations one party always seems to be asking “why not me?”
In this situation, Andrew and Shawna, she keeps wondering why he loves her. Why is he even attracted to her? Love and attraction works in mysterious ways.
When we arrive at my house and settle in a bit Shawna says, “You’re so normal here Juliette.”
“Aside from drinking blood from living humans, well, that and a few other things, we are pretty normal,” I say.
I never ask her if she intends on becoming a Vampire or marrying my brother or just hanging it all up and finding a man with warmer blood and maybe a colder heart. I just let her talk about what she needs to talk about. I have a way of bringing that out in people. Then again, I’m a Vampire. But aside from that, I force myself to listen and be there. This time I didn’t have to force myself. Today wasn’t about me. It wasn’t even about my brother. It was about Shawna.
We talked about our kids and other normal things. I told her about my husband and how he wasn’t always a Vampire. He was once like Shawna. You know, just talking over coffee. Yes, lots of coffee – no Vampire lives on blood alone (at least not any I know.)
It is hard to suddenly be thrown into what seems like The Twilight Zone. I guess it is like that with a lot of people when dealing with their significant others family. Different backgrounds, cultures, traditions and temperaments can make for some interesting situations. I try not to make it uncomfortable for the women my brothers fall in love with.
I always feel that just because I’m a Vampire I don’t have to make life a nightmare for a newcomer. I’d feel the same if I wasn’t a Vampire. Territorial pissing matches just aren’t worth it and pretty juvenile. Even my teens know that.
Shawna is smart and witty and very pretty (she has doubts there, but she is wrong, like most women are wrong about their beauty.) Yet, she is still cautious around us. Her guard is always up. I could feel her relaxing a few times and letting it down.
Moral to this story: Be nice. Just be nice.
Like I said, we don’t know what attracts people to each other, be it lovers or friends. With family, we get what we get. We have that weird bond, especially with siblings, that is just there. Sometimes, with any luck, our mates will become part of that pack. More often than not, under the best of circumstances, they form their own pack. They are the inside outers. It is our job to try to make them more inside than out.
Anyway, Shawna and I are going to do something fun today before she goes back to Andy’s tomorrow. Well, as fun as one can have without being a Vampire.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
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