A Need You Dare Not Admit

A need you dare not admit…

People won’t admit they read poetry and are moved by it…but late at night they go on the Internet and search it out. It is like pornography. I’m dead serious (no pun intended). It is a need that most people will not dare admit to.

It isn’t a good time for me to expound upon the history of poetry or what caused the American population (among others) claim not to like poets. But I would like to remind everyone, especially those of us who can remember the past several centuries that there was a time that poets were the Rock Stars of our culture.

Sometimes I pull out my old volumes of favorites and read in the quiet of the night or on a rain soaked day. In turn, I also look for the new. I marvel at the many voices I see with poetry on the internet.

Part of me believes technology with recorded music, radio, TV etc maybe brought an end to the poet as a popular icon. But in turn the Internet, yes the Internet has brought poetry back to life.

I see in the online communities that poetry is being read, not ignored. I don’t read those words online “I don’t like poetry.” I see people who NEVER would read a poem, forwarding poetry to their friends and loved ones.

Poetry is a gift to the soul. Poetry is for everyone. Everyone needs poetry, like a vampire needs blood, like a hawk needs to fly, like a fish needs to swim. I know that wasn’t very poetic but you get the point – I hope.

Today is International Poetry Day. Why not make every day a Poetry Day?

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Short Story Sunday: Dust and Desire (the Austin and Elizabeth story continues)

Austin didn’t become a Vampire Hunter because of any personal vendetta or tragedy. Nobody he every knew had been turned into a Vampire or killed by one. He didn’t even believe in Vampires. To Austin Vampire were characters in really crappy Peter Cushing movies that used to play on late night weekend TV.

He had a PhD in History and lectured at a local university part-time along with occasionally publishing articles. But his real business was restoring 19th century buildings, mostly old homes.

While in the basement of a Queen Anne that was built on the foundations of a Gold Rush era house of the early 1850’s he came upon an earlier sub-basement. In a far corner was a box, a casket, ornate with gold flowers painted on the sides. Austin could barely stand but managed to get the lid off.

Inside lay a woman almost perfectly preserved. Her face was sunken but her lips weren’t drawn back like so many mummified bodies. A silk ball gown had started to deteriorate but still held its form. Her hair was done in ringlets and was still perfect except for alight dusting of dirt and a net of cobwebs. Even the rubies in the gold necklace around her neck caught the light of his flash light as if she’d just put them on. No stench came from the box. She’d been down under the ground for too long.

He could tell she’d once been beautiful. Who in the world would have put her here? A lover or husband who couldn’t stand the thought of his true love being devoured by worms. He turned his back, ready to go back to his truck for his camera when he heard a low hissing noise. He turned and shined his flashlight into the face and fangs of his first Vampire.

After a struggle he took her head off with the edge of a shovel. Almost as quickly as she fell her body turned into dust leaving nothing behind except a tattered silk dress and a ruby necklace.

That night as he sat in his own kitchen cleaning his wounds someone came to the door. It was his attorney Aaron Todd. Of course it was a surprise to see Aaron. It was even more of a surprise to learn he was a Vampire.

To make a long complex story simple and short it turned out that Austin had a natural gift for finding things that are a little on the shadowy side such as Vampires and Ghosts. He learned from Aaron that some were quite benevolent, such as Aaron and his kind, and some were quite dangerous and even evil.

That was eight years ago. Since then he seemed to come upon them on a regular basis, either finding them himself or taking care of Vampires others had found.

Most of the Vampires Aaron found underneath old buildings and in mine shafts and crypts were lost souls or those who had lost their souls. They’d for the most part been unwilling converts to the Vampire world, unable or unwilling to make the transition to being creature who prey on humans for blood. They had become like husks who’d given up laying there like freeze-dried beef stew waiting to be reanimated.

On a recent morning he sensed something underneath a house he was working on and called Aaron. The Vampire arrived with his sister, a small woman built like a Victoria’s Secret Model with the attitude of mother wolf. She was the one who crawled into the small space under the house and exterminated the three dried out vermin Vampires. She didn’t even flinch. She even mentioned she’d known one of them in the past. She said they’d forfeited their souls and weren’t fit to exist. Austin suspected she had other motives as well but said nothing. One learns there is a time and place to question those motives aloud.

So those of you following this tale (links below to all of it) Austin went home and thought about Elizabeth, the Vampire who’d become his lover.  He thought he had the upper hand. He wanted to have the upper hand. He needed to have the upper hand on the situation.


Elizabeth came home from a long day, poured herself a glass of wine and put her brief case in a place she hoped she wouldn’t be tempted to go. No work tonight.

She heard a knock. Someone was at the door.

Austin stood on her front porch, hair wet with rain, and a look on his face she couldn’t read.

“I have to know something,” he said.

She took his hand and brought him inside.

“What? Anything.”

“Did you want to be a Vampire? Was it your choice?”

“Yes, I entered into it gladly.”

“Good. OK. I’ll see you in a few days.”


“Ok I will, if you tell me that everything you tell me is the truth.”

“It is. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Austin wasn’t sure if he believed her but he stayed.

Elizabeth wasn’t sure if he was crazy or not but she enjoyed a warm body in her bed and the sound of a beating heart next to her cold quiet one.

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

Part 7: Date with a Vampire

Part 8: Crawl Space

Part 9: Dust and Desire

Note from the author: This is late for SUNDAY because I keyed it out on my iPhone while at my daughters Artistic Roller Skating Meet – between events. By the way she got first in team dance, second in solo dance and third in figures. So I figured I’d just finish the story up tonight at 10:13 pm which means it is no longer Sunday for many of my readers. Yes, Short Story Sunday means I write the stories on Sunday, usually with no planning, just me, a cat or two, maybe a squirrel barking through my window if the sun has come up yet and whatever pops into my head. Yes, that is how it is done around here. AND…No I’m really not built like a Victoria’s Secret Model because I’m not Photoshopped. I’m real. And I know all about that because I’m an expert level professional Photoshop user. 

Yes and Dust and Desire does sort of sound like a John Waters film but it isn’t.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman


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



He wrapped himself in mystery

But I unwrapped him

Like an ancient mummy

But then like a birthday present

And finally like the man he was

With no more mystery

Just his beating heart

And bare soul.




~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman



I wait for you

I wait for you

The quick beating of your heart

The hitch in your breath

In anticipation of

My kiss and maybe

My bite.




Juliette aka Vampire Maman



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Mysterious Friendships

blue eyed adamWhen friends, or others, discover we are Vampires the reactions vary from shock to horror to fascination. But, that said, they rarely find out we’re Vampires.

I had to meet with my friend Adam, Werewolf and brilliant photographer. Until a year ago I didn’t know he was a Werewolf and he didn’t know I was a Vampire. We kept our secrets better than most, for sometimes we CAN tell when folks aren’t regular humans. When we found out each others secret it wasn’t pretty. We both were feeling a bit violent and betrayed and out of sorts.

He touched my neck where he’d tried to rip out my throat a year ago. A faint scar still lingered. “I’m surprised I didn’t kill you.”

I shrugged it off then stepped back out of his reach.

He continued to talk. “You must have taken 50 gallons of blood out of me over the past 15 years. I still can’t believe I never caught on.”

I declined to comment and asked him if I could see his latest work, the items he was going to put in a major museum exhibit.

“Don’t you want to talk about it? Vampires always want to talk.”

He was so attractive in that overly masculine hairy man sort of way that took away the breath of women before they even knew what hit them. I just saw him as a dog, which was rather disturbing considering everything that had transpired between us in the past.

I had to ask him, “Do any regular humans know you’re a Werewolf?”

“Not to my knowledge or at least they don’t understand what they saw. If they repeat it people will think they’re crazy. I don’t TELL anyone. You know, I don’t need any dog catchers coming my way”. After the 1880’s his kind was almost made extinct out our way. He lived among the regular folks but he was wary as a wild animal, putting on the charm and living in the world of regular people.

He stepped closer to me, within arms length. “Friends?”

“Always,” I said.

When you’re part of the shadows and mystery surrounded by secrets and lies, a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a good friend, even if he is a Werewolf, is a true blessing.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman



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