Change, fear and new beginnings

The holidays gave me a break from the day-to-day nonsense and trouble shooting I’m frequently asked to do. I can’t tell you how nice it was to spend time with my children, husband, family and friends. Aside from a short Christmas letter from a couple of Zombie friends, all was calm and bright.

That came to an end today when I got one of those “Juliette you gotta help me out” calls.

Jeff is a man in love. He is also a Vampire. Regular people might not recognize him as a Vampire, but this sort of hipster young guy has been a successful Vampire for almost 7 years now. If I didn’t know it I’d think he’d been a Vampire for 70 years. He is comfortable in his slightly cold skin and living the life of the “undead.”

Unfortunately, like I said, Jeff is in love. He reconnected recently with Heather, a college girlfriend. She was quietly living a nice life as a successful graphic designer when she ran into Jeff one day and after four years of separation the sparks reignited. This is where the unfortunate part comes in. He fell in love this time and fell hard. Jeff also talked Heather into becoming a Vampire like him.

“She’s freaking out. I don’t know what to do. You gotta help me Juliette,” he said on the phone sounding like he was going to cry.

I told my husband Teddy to come with me. We drove up to a nice ranch style house with large yard and a lot of oak trees. Jeff greeted us at the door looking paler than usual.

Jeff led us into a fashionable living room. “Heather? I brought in some friends to to you. They can explain things better than I can honey.”

A young woman with short blonde hair sat curled in a black leather couch.

She looked up eyes the color blue of an evening sky. Heather had that kind of pretty face with big eyes and sharp features that could rock the pixie cut. Her eyes went right to Teddy.

For those of you who don’t know about Teddy, my darling husband, he might be one of the most handsome men who ever lived. Despite that fact the man is somewhat modest about his looks. That is even more astonishing for a Vampire.

Teddy sat on the couch next to her.

“Heather, how old are you?”

“Twenty six.”

“The same age I was when I became a Vampire. Only I’d never heard of such a thing, not even in myth. I didn’t even know what had happened until I came out of a long nightmare of the illness we all go through. At least we survived.”

The survival rate is about 10% for those attempting to become Vampires. More if one does their research beforehand. Some transition better than others. If they’re lucky they keep their souls and nobody tries to kill them right away.

Teddy took Heather’s hand. “I know how it feels to wake in this nightmare. You get used to it. You accept it. Then eventually you might even embrace it. I’m not going to tell pretend that you’ll never forget or wonder what your life might have been. You’ll never forget who and what you were. You’ll always be yourself.

You can never go back, but that doesn’t mean you have to leave it all behind. My family and friends, the entire world for that matter, thought I was dead of some sort of brain fever. That was 1876. Things are different now.”

Teddy could see Heather doing the math in her head. “I’m 165 years old. Born in 1849 while my parents were making the trip across Panama to the California Gold Fields.”

They talked into the night discussing things I’ll never know except from the stories of others. I’ve always been this way. This is my normal. It has never been normal for Teddy. That said, I couldn’t imagine a better Vampire than my husband.

Jeff and I sat on the back porch with a couple of beers (Blue Moon) and talked about the situation. He never had any problems with the whole Vampire deal so he never imagined Heather would be so freaked out. We spoke of change and fear. We spoke of leaving it all behind. By “it” I mean everything you know and love.

I know how I’ve mentioned before that certain aspects of space give me the Willies. Today I looked on the web site for the Mars expedition. I read the application form for potential Mars pioneers. It scared me. There was such an odd frigid fear at every corner of my already cold dark soul. I couldn’t imagine leaving Earth to go live on a rocky red planet with no trees or mountains or birds or life. Even worse was the fact that they could never go home.

I suppose one could say that about explorers on Earth. You could say that about those who came out California during the Gold Rush of 1849. But they could always go back home or at least know there was a possibility of going home.

I imagine Heather was feeling as if she’d volunteered to go to Mars and changed her mind the day after the space ship landed. She’d never be able to go home.

What a tragic thought. I started to wonder about anyone who was caught in a place they didn’t want to be in. How horrible to feel trapped and doomed forever.

Then again how bad could being a Vampire be? Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone being upset by it. Of course the sensitive side of me can imagine the sense of loss but on the flip side… you know, it isn’t a bad deal.

Teddy and Heather eventually came out to join us. We sat under the stars in the cold and talked for a while. It will take Heather a while to adjust to her new life, but with a huge support system and Jeff’s devotion to her she’ll be fine. Change can be good, if you do it right.

That’s it for tonight. I’ll report on Heather and Jeff in the future. In the meantime check on the links below for more thoughts on Mars, space and scientific discoveries.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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By the way, there IS life on Mars. Check my links below for proof and other space related posts.

Astounding New Proof of Life On Mars

Astounding and Astonishing Photos From Mars

More Astonishing Proof of Life on Mars

Astonishing Images of Life on Mars – The Collection

Space, Time, Lucky Stars and Vampires

Musings on Gassy Planets, Vampires and Uncle Max

Cosmic Adventures and the Final Frontier

Vampires, Werewolves, Pluto and the Brilliant Logic of Youth

Cateclispsemic Event

What Really Scares a Vampire

Alien Girl Paper Dolls

A Ray of Hope

The Real Mars Web Site – Mars One (not mine)

 

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A house full of teens – and all is well

March came in like a house cat, a bit of rain and noise and general annoyance but nice and comforting.

By the way, I’ll try to have a short story for “Short Story Sunday” later today.

There is a house full of teens today. Not all are mine. They seem to congregate here. I guess they’re all mine in a way, they are part of my life and my heart. I hear bits of words like “manatee” and “scare things” and “teeth” and “it kind of sounds sort of creepy” and then laughing.

Now my husband Teddy is talking to them. I hear the words “pandemic” and “disgusting” and “depends on where you go” and “Japan.”

Then I hear: Cats don’t give a shit. Dogs carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Anyone who says teens don’t talk haven’t been to my house. We can get any kid to talk – a lot.

Telling and lecturing doesn’t cut it with teens. Discussing and listening does.

Now they’re talking about governments and laws and society and trust and secret police. That is my husband and half a dozen teens. Just hanging out. It’s a beautiful thing.

The conversation has changed to school and teachers. They’re talking about languages – Spanish, German, Latin (yes some schools are teaching offering it again), Chinese, Arabic, Japanese, Gaelic, Welsh, Norwegian… I’ll need more coffee before getting in on that one. Then it switches to the American Civil War and speaking Southern. It moves to taking old people to museums who get shocked by naked statues in museums and how cute that can be. More laughing, more twists and turns. I hear someone mention monkeys. Now they’re talking religion. Weird religion. It is weird. In fear of not being politically correct I will not name names (maybe later.)

Nobody mentioned my squirrels but that’s ok. I’m more into the small trivial things – they’re having lofty thoughts right now.

While my own teens will complain about a lot of things and express their concerns I’m not getting teen angst. We’re not yellers or screamers. Nobody says “I hate you” or has any reason to. Sure they can piss me off but teens are a joy.

What a wonderful time of discovery and change. It is a time when parents really need to spend the time with their kids.

It is a time we should all spend with them. I don’t mean to be trite, but they ARE our future. And I see good things coming from this group of kids born in the last few years of the 20th century. I see a lot of good things.

Have a good Sunday everyone and a great week.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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In your wildest dreams and nightmares: exceptional books for your spring/summer reading lists

Books from my friends (I have talented friends and it ROCKS).

For all ages:

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MER: The Captain’s Secret

By Jade M. Phillips

In a land where the sea grows restless, the summer breeze turns to ice and sleet, and Mother Nature has plans of another sort, dark and supernatural forces begin to unfold, fighting to unite the broken prophecy. In the midst of a tangled web lie the Castlecrays, a family with deep tragedy and mysterious secrets, who are torn apart and forced on a treacherous journey.

Coming from a time when kings rule the realm, knights fight for honor, and eminence is power, the children of Castlecray are thrown into an unknown magical ambiance where nothing is as it seems, and bedtime stories come alive right before their eyes. Sweeping from a land of severe and savage seas to the sparkling underwater spires of a magical unknown world, this is a tale of lords and ladies, knights and nobility, traitors and trolls, who are all intertwined in a weaving maze of conspiracy and deception.

Amidst gallantry and guilt, love and loss, the Castlecrays find their fate to be in the hands of their enemies, of each other, and of their new mysterious allies, the Wavekeepers—all vying to keep the balance between good and evil, land and sea, in a fight for the ultimate desire; the power of MER.MER: The Captain’s Secret (is the 1st book in the MER series. Next one is MER: Falling Kingdom, due to come out this fall.)

Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AVKVPY4
Book trailer link: http://youtu.be/-qUquvld1Vk
MER’s fb fan page: www.facebook.com/merbook1
Jade’s author fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jade-M-Phillips/227166404087086?ref=hl
Jade’s blog. http://www.jademphillips.com

About the Author

Jade M. Phillips, aside from being an author, can play guitar, do a frighteningly accurate portrayal of a spider monkey, and has the unique and magical ability to vanquish entire armies of snarling trolls with a flick of her pen. When she is not writing about mystical creatures and lovable characters, she’s having nightly dance parties with her kids, blogging about whatever tickles her fancy at the moment, and testing new recipes on the stove (which coincidentally, usually ends up testing her smoke detectors as well.) Jade M. Phillips resides in Arizona with her husband, two children, and her crazy cat, William Wallace Braveheart Fuzzy McFarland the Third.

For Grown Ups Only

The Feeder

by Mandy White

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Victims horribly mutilated, with parts missing and inserted in their mouths…

An aspiring actress-turned-prostitute falls victim to the killer, leaving behind a grieving twin obsessed with revenge.

Warning:
Graphic violence and scenes of mutilation. Some readers may find the content of this book offensive. Read at your own discretion.

This book is DRM free – can be read on non-Kindle devices.

Follow this link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Feeder-ebook/dp/B00BTJYY4Y/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1366146386&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Feeder+White

Biography

Mandy White is a Canadian author who resides on Vancouver Island, British Columbia where she is living her dream of being one of those weird, reclusive writer types. She primarily writes fiction in the horror genre, often featuring Canadian characters and locations. She is founder of the WPaD group (Writers, Poets and Deviants), best known for their charity anthologies.

Published works include:

The Jealousy Game
Non-fiction – A guide to dysfunctional relationships where excessive jealousy is present.

Avenging Annabelle
Fiction – A thriller about a distraught father who seeks revenge on his daughter’s abductor.

Dysfictional: Short Stories for Twisted Minds
Fiction – A collection of Mandy White’s short stories, including the novelettes, A Feast Not So Fancy and The Immigrant.

The Feeder (April, 2013 release)
Fiction – A thriller told from the point of view of an individual whose twin sister is brutally murdered, sparking a gruesome and bloody vendetta.

Creepies: Twisted Tales from Beneath the Bed by WPaD
Fiction – A horror anthology featuring two of Mandy White’s stories along with a collection of chilling tales from the talented writers of WPaD.

Passion’s Prisms: Tales of Love and Romance by WPaD
Fiction – A romance anthology featuring two of Mandy White’s stories along with a collection of romantic tales from the talented writers of WPaD

The Immigrant
Fiction – A Sci-fi/comedy novelette about an alien with extremely poor hygiene who comes to Earth to genetically engineer a new food source. (Featured in Dysfictional)

A Feast Not So Fancy
Fiction – A horror novelette about a loner who finds himself paralyzed and at the mercy of his hungry house cats. (Featured in Dysfictional)

Zombie Cuisine
Fiction – A short story told from the point of view of a zombie who encounters a lost love in her search for sustenance. (Featured in Dysfictional and Creepies)

The Creators by M.W. Sharpe and Mandy White
Fiction – An alternative origin of the species story based on various metaphysical theories.

Discovery (Chronicles of Man – The First Age)

By Robert Betz

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It’s the year 2174…
A stunning discovery in the outer reaches of the solar system promises to change the course of human history and usher in a new era.

The task of unlocking its secrets falls on Dr. David Moravian, a brilliant but arrogant scientist mired in the trappings of his own success.

But before Moravian can help mankind, he must first come to terms with his own humanity.

Follow this link: http://www.amazon.com/Discovery-Chronicles-Man-First-ebook/dp/B00B76JRIM/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366147264&sr=8-1-fkmr1&keywords=Discovery+Rob+Betz

From the Author

I hope you enjoy “Discovery”! It is the first of over forty stories in the “Chronicles of Man” series, which will be broken into three “Ages”. With this story, I’ve created a universe which will hopefully enthrall you and keep you coming back for more of the stories I’ll be writing.

Please take a moment to write a review. It doesn’t matter if you loved or hated the story, your feedback as a reader is invaluable to me!

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By Nathan Tackett

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He’s an overweight mall cop plagued with nightmares. His only joy in life comes from singing karaoke at the local dive bar.
Feeling adventurous, John goes out to a trendy Goth club to see an old friend perform – an old friend that died five years ago.
A few days later John wakes up to find the naked dead body of a missing co-worker on his kitchen floor.
Then things gets really weird…
John soon discovers that he comes from a long line of losers cursed to save the world from an unknown evil-an evil so absolutely terrible that it threatens to destroy the universe with its own nightmares.
Armed with absolutely nothing other than his father’s notebook and a beat up Buick, John must ultimately decide if this world is even worth saving-saving from the evil that is only known by one word…THE.

Follow this link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BACVPHE/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=1532201582&pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&pf_rd_t=201&pf_rd_i=B004W84DLI&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=07DG5557F3PFA5C703RF

About the Author

Nathan Tackett wrote some words once. He then wrote some more words. Wash, rinse,repeat, until the day he can make a living off this or he dies -whichever comes first. He is most comfortable in the realms of dark humor, science fiction, and booze soaked literature. You could call him a genre-hopper. He’s been called worse. He is best known for his collections of short stories and poetry. Tackett’s writing has been called “…the bastard child of Charles Bukowski and Chuck Palahniuk.” It has also been called pure crap. Currently, he lives somewhere he doesn’t really want to. He would personally like to thank you for stopping by.

A note from Juliette: I love this group of authors as fellow members of the WPaD group. But I have to tell you up front that I would not be recommending these books if I didn’t know they were good. I’ve read big chunks of most of these books before they were published and I am impressed and inspired. Without Mandy and Nathan I doubt if I’d even be writing this blog.

More spring/summer reading to come on Vampire Maman!

xoxoxo

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Astonishing Images From Mars Collection

Proof that Mars can support life!

Proof of Life on Mars!

Proof of Life on Mars!

Is there life on Mars? You can Count on it!

Is there life on Mars? You can Count on it!

Mystery Solved!

Mystery Solved!

Proof of Life on Mars

Proof of Life on Mars

Southern Mars

Southern Mars