Short Story Sunday: Date with a Vampire

Part 7 in The Hunter series


Date with a Vampire


Austin showed up at Elizabeth’s door at 8:00 sharp. She opened it before he knocked.

She let him in, and they stood in the entryway looking at each other, eye to eye for what seemed like an eternity. He then took her hands, first his fingertips touching hers, cold to warm, then their hands entwined. Neither of them spoke.

He smiled. No fangs. All the other guys she dated lately had long sexy fangs. He had something else. Austin had warmth.

“Let’s go,” he said. He’d wanted to say, “Let’s go upstairs,” but he could wait. “You look beautiful tonight. I expected black. You’re wearing green. It looks good on you.” He opened the car door for her and went around to the drivers seat after she got in.

It was Second Saturday, the night that all the art galleries, shops, clubs and restaurants were open downtown. They’d walk around, talk a little, have a cocktail. Maybe fool around a little. Let her bite my neck. What am I doing with her he thought to himself. Damned if I’ll let her bite my neck.

He started the conversation. “I saw a bowl of fruit in your house. You eat real food sometimes don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. I’m kind of hungry right now. You know, for real food. I just don’t eat a lot of sweets. So um, you know, midnight pie at a diner wouldn’t work for me, but I do drink coffee. I’d have coffee at midnight if you really want pie.”

“How about Quiche. You know it’s sort of like an egg and cheese pie.”

“Sure, if it has bacon in it.”

“Is that a Vampire thing? The bacon?”

“No, it’s a bacon thing. I like bacon. Everyone likes bacon. Even vegans like bacon.”

He laughed out loud.

“So Elizabeth, how often do you drink blood?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her brow furrowed a bit. “Three or four times a week.”

“Is that fresh or from a bottle?”

“Fresh if I can get it, schedule permitting. I get more than blood from others.”

“Life force?”

“Sure, if you want to call it that.”

“Interesting. Was it difficult when you started getting blood from people?”

“Not really, I had a good teacher. It sort of just came naturally for me.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable with my questions?”

“I don’t know. Not really, but a little bit. I don’t know you that well and,” she looked away then looked back at him, “you’re a Vampire Hunter.”

“I’m a historian and contractor who happens to have special talents when it comes to exterminating unwanted Vampires. I guarantee you are not an unwanted Vampire.”

“Oh Good. Does that make me a wanted Vampire?”

Oh yes, he wanted her in the worst way, but the way she looked at him gave him chills. He ran over a curb turning into the parking space.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be nosey,” he told her, trying to recover.

She smiled showing a flash of her fangs. “Liar.”

He smiled a movie star smile and shrugged. She thought her blood would suddenly turn hot. “Elizabeth, I have to tell you, half of my clients are Vampires. I also get rid of unwanted creepy Vampire Hunters, or at least discourage them from ever coming around again.”

“That’s a comforting thought.” She smiled at him, a shy smile this time.

They walked to the restaurant and ordered drinks and appetizers. A Tanqueray and tonic for him with an extra wedge of lime, a Grey Goose vodka martini with two olives for her, mussels steamed in wine paired with calamari drizzled with a roasted red pepper and lemon sauce.

They talked of local artists who’s work they were both familiar with and favorite galleries and shops.

He noticed that she ate in small bites and sipped her drink rather than gulped it. Everything about her movements was perfect and inviting, yet there was shyness about her. She could kill him in a moment without thinking about it. She could drain his body of blood. She could make him go insane.

Maybe she would make him go insane but in a different way, the way a normal woman could make a man go insane. Time would tell. Right now he didn’t care, or at least didn’t want to ponder the risks. He was too smart to let her get the upper hand if things ever got out of control.

He looked around the room. Nobody there would ever imagine she was a Vampire. She looked like an attractive woman out with her man. A normal woman of a normal age. He remembered the reaction of the people in the hospital the first night he’d met her. Her stomach was full of his blood. She had almost no pulse or blood pressure. The doctors thought she would die. He knew her symptoms were just normal readings for a Vampire. It was insane. They’d met in a bar. He took her to an old house he was restoring. They were attacked by ghosts and they both passed out and woke up in the hospital. Then he asked her out on a real date, and here they were. He couldn’t remember more than 15 minutes when he hadn’t thought of her.

Elizabeth reached over and took his hand. Her fingers were cold, her eyes hot. “Let’s go back to my house.”


Austin woke to the sound of birds and the smell of coffee. He slipped his arm from around Elizabeth and wandered downstairs. She’d set the coffee machine the night before. A note was on the table telling him that cream was in the refrigerator if he needed it. She’d drawn a heart under the words.

He poured coffee in two black glossy mugs and went back upstairs. The sensations of the night before still ran through his body. He put the coffee down on the nightstand and put his hand to his neck. Nothing. She didn’t take his blood. Just everything else he thought. She was…amazing.

Crawling back in bed he put his arm around her and nuzzled her neck. She didn’t respond. Brushing her hair off of her face he said her name. Then he checked her breathing and pulse. There was nothing. No signs of life. The woman he’d made love to just a few hours before was ice cold.

“Elizabeth. Baby. Elizabeth wake up.”

Nothing. He checked her eyes. Still nothing. Panic set in. She was dead.

The phone. He had to get his phone. It was in the pocket of his pants on the floor. He put it next to the pillow. Austin rolled Elizabeth to her back and tilted her head back.

His mouth went to hers. Before he could take a breath her arms went around him. He pulled back and gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Elizabeth looked surprised.

“I thought you were dead.”

Then he looked at her for what seemed a long long time. She met his eyes, locking in on him.

“Austin, I’m a Vampire. Remember?”

He lay back on the pillow next to her. Holy mother of God he’d spent the night with a Vampire. What the Hell was he doing? Closing his eyes he tried to clear his brain and turn back into the logical in control man he was.

“I used to be like you Austin. If I’d been with you then my heart would be beating fast and you would have taken my breath away.” She took his hand and brought it to her neck. “Do you feel it?”

There was a faint slow pulse under his fingers. “You make my heart beat. You make me feel alive.”

With that he kissed her knowing that there was no turning back for either one them.


To be continued…


For the complete story of Austin and Elizabeth check the links below.

Part 1: The Hunter

Part 2: A Memory of Distant Love

Part 3: Dark Dreams of the Hunted

Part 4: About Those Pesky Undead Folks

Park 5: The Hunt Continues

Part 6: Cold and Warm


Vampire Love

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Lost and Found

lipsI was almost shaking I was so hungry. You know how it gets when you’re just light headed and your heart is hardly beating, but if you’re not a Vampire it might beat faster, but anyway, you know the feeling.

Arriving at Jack’s law office downtown I could hardly contain myself. It had been a while since I’d seen my old friend for a “lunch date.” Way too long. When I saw Jack I got him out of his jacket and shirt so fast I hardly realized what I was doing. Vampire fingers can fly over buttons like you wouldn’t believe. He took care of his tie and then his undershirt. He fell on the couch, I was in his lap, my mouth on his neck, my fangs in his skin. His eyes closed and a smile was on his face. I’d put him in his happy spot on a beach far far away with warm breezes and the sound of the waves crashing.

Crashing. The door flew open and someone yelled. Jack tried to stand, I let go and there was blood everywhere.

His partner (in his law firm)  Owen had come into the room, thinking something was going on. There was something but it wasn’t what he thought it was.

Owen was yelling but I didn’t listen. Now Owen, is a big guy – a former football player, maybe a tad under six and a half feet. And he is loud.

“Quick,” I hissed putting my right hand on Jack’s bleeding neck and holding out my other hand. He came close. I grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eye. “Forget you saw anything. It was nothing. Sleep.” He slumped to the floor. I put my mouth back on Jack’s neck and stopped the bleeding.

Fortunately Jack keeps a spare shirt or two in his office closet and a spare suit (in case he has to go to court on a more casual day). I ended up leaving wearing one of his white dress shirts over my own navy blue slacks. My blouse was soaked with blood along with my hair. Jack and I cleaned up in the bathroom.

“I’m so sorry.” I was. This sort of thing is so rare and completely threw me off.

Jack held me close and kissed me on the top of the head. “Don’t be.”

“It has been a long time since I’ve almost bled out a donor.”

“A donor? Interesting term.”

“Don’t take it wrong. You’re first and foremost my friend. I mean that.”

“I can feel your heart beating. Now that is something different.”

I backed away. “I have to go.”

“Will I see you and Teddy at the Halloween party this weekend?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. We’re coming as Vampires. Fancy that.”

He took my hand and pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me. Stroking my face Jack whispered “You’re so cold. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.” He looked in my eyes. I wanted to break his gaze and turn away but I was trapped. His mouth met mine in a kiss, that was more than just friends.

I pushed away and gasped as if I’d been drowning. “I’m not like you. I never was. I never will be. I’m your worst nightmare.”

“Then go to bed with me.”

“I’ll kill you,” I gasped, hardly able to take in a breath. It wasn’t a threat, just a statement of a possibility.

We stood looking at each other. He has a small smile on his face. I was the horrified one.

Then he picked up a box off of his desk. “This is for you. Happy Birthday Juliette. 154 is it?”

I cautiously opened the package. Unwrapping the tissue paper I found a doll, about 8 inches long. She was made of China. Her black hair was painted on, contrasting to her white face. The pale blue dress was thin with age. I’d had a doll just like her when I was a child.

“Look on the back of her neck,” said Jack.

On the back were the initials in child like letters JAT. I’d written my initials on her so many years ago. She was my doll. I’d lost her so many many years ago.

Jack stepped closer again. “I found her in an antique store. I had a feeling she might have been yours.”

My heart stopped. Literally it stopped, as Vampire hearts sometimes do when we’re overwhelmed with emotion. Then it started up again.

“Thank you Jack. Oh my goodness, I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

He took another step closer. “I love you Juliette.”

My heart stopped again and I kissed him again and left him, standing with a smile on his face and an icy chill in the air, even though it was 75 degrees outside.

“No you don’t.” I said as I hit the sunlight that burned my eyes and caused me to feel ill. I stepped back into the dark shadow of the building and took a deep breath. “Damn you Jack. You’re going to ruin everything.”

I pulled out my phone and called my husband Teddy. He was quiet on the line when I told him what happened.

Teddy gave a quiet laugh then said, “It isn’t like this is the first or the last time this has happened to you. I think every guy who ever found out you were a Vampire fell in love with you and then some. It happens to me at least once a week. They can’t resist us dear.”

“I know, but…”

“I was with Jack when he found the doll. I remembered you carrying her around when you were small.”

I almost started to cry at that point. “I love you Teddy.”

“I love you too. Don’t worry about Jack. He’ll be fine. He’s a good friend. Just give him time to get used to the whole Vampire thing. What has it been? Six months since he found out we were Vampires? His wife has always known, but I went through the same thing with her but in triplicate. It’s ok darling. Everything is ok.”

And Teddy is right. Everything is ok, but sometimes the shadows get in the way and we just have to trust ourselves.

Things were easier a long time ago when the world wasn’t going so fast and we didn’t have so much on our minds. I’m not saying it was any better, but it was different. It was easier to be a Vampire.

And sometimes things just get weird – and that isn’t exclusive to Vampires. It gets weird for everyone. But that’s ok too as long as we continue to love and learn and think with both our hearts and our heads.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman