I Hate Valentine’s Day (A Short Vampire Story)

Short Story Sunday Monday Tuesday:
I Hate Valentine’s Day

“I shouldn’t be alone today,” thought young Randy as he sat brooding on a rock, on the beach at 5:30 a.m. on Valentine’s Day. His heart was broken. The girl, a Vampire girl he knew he was going to fall in love with had given her heart to another and left him in the dreaded friend zone.

And it wasn’t as if she’d left him, or chosen another college student. Sure the guy she’d fallen for looked like he was twenty-one but he was born in freaking 1902. What did girls see in these older guys?

He was jolted from his thoughts by a “Hi. You’re Randy, aren’t you?”

A dark haired girl in a short black skirt and a long black jacket stood in front of him. “I’m Alexis. I’m in your Organic Chemistry class. I’m a Vampire, but you knew that. I know you are too. Small world.”

“Oh, right. Sure. Hi. Have a seat,” said Randy, glad for the company now.

“I hate Valentine’s Day,” said Alexis.

“Why do you hate it?”

She sat down on rock next to him. “My parents were borderline Shadow Creepers, you know old time Vampires who stayed in the dark most of the time. Nobody knew we were Vampires, but everybody including the other school parents thought my parents were weird. I got picked on a lot at school. I was like quiet and small. I didn’t know how to stand up for myself. I didn’t dare try any of my Vampire stuff on anyone. I was afraid if anyone found out they’d kill my family. Anyway, every Valentine’s Day we’d have to make stupid boxes and bring Valentines. I always made something pretty with roses and flowers and stuff, all pink and nice. I always make a beautiful box, and make everyone pretty Valentines by hand, but I never got any Valentines. Maybe from one of the girls who felt sorry for me. Everyone had full boxes except me. The kids all started to laugh at me. I wanted to rip their throats out but I couldn’t. You know, Vampire code.”

“Sure, don’t show them what you are, no matter what. Did your mom and dad know?”

“I never told them anything. We didn’t talk much at home. But I got my revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“I told the teacher I had to go the bathroom. Of course the boys started to make jokes about how I’d stink the school up. They were mean like that. Always. It never stopped. So like, the teacher said someone had to go with me to make sure I wouldn’t spend too much time in there, cause sometimes I’d just go there to get away from it all. She said that Ashley should go with me. Ashley was the most popular girl.

Ashley started to pout and complain. So a girl called Emma volunteered. Emma was the only kid who gave me a Valentine. She was kind of overweight and sometimes the other kids would say mean things to her too, but she was the smartest kid in the class so they didn’t say too much.

When we got out of the classroom Emma said she knew I didn’t need to go to the bathroom. We walked around for a bit, then went back to the classroom. But we didn’t go in.

“You can make them pay for what they did. I’ll help you,” said Emma. “I’m a witch. I know what you are.” Then she smiled in a way that even scared me.

We didn’t go back in the classroom. The door locked with a loud click. Emma just smiled. The room filled with smoke. The other kids started to scream. They couldn’t get out. Everyone started to claw at their faces and arms. That is except the teacher who kept trying to open the door. We ran to the office to get help. You know, we had to keep up appearances.

By the time the fire department go there and knocked down the door, the smoke at gone away, but the smell of sulphur was still in the room. Some of the kids had clawed out their eyes and made huge gashes in their faces and arms.

Then Emma whispered in my ear, “they’ll never call you ugly again.”

Hey, even I was shocked. I never did a thing. It was all her. Both of us ended up going to another school. In high school I made a lot of friends. They all thought my parents were cool Goths. The rest of the kids are still all scarred and screwed up.”

Randy looked at her feeling sort of numb. “Where is Emma now?”

“She got into swimming. Lost a lot of weight. Turned blonde. She’s at UCLA now. So Randy, why don’t you like Valentine’s day?”

“A girl I liked started seeing another guy.”

“Bummer. Sorry to hear that.”

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the waves. Randy didn’t know what to say. He and his best friend had been the two most popular boys at their high school. Their lives had been happy and relatively care free. Their parents were modern Vampire in every way possible.

Alexis bumped her shoulder gently against Randy’s. “I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No. Well, maybe just a little.”

“Looks like the storm is coming in. Wanna get coffee? No pressure. It’s not like I want to be your girlfriend or anything like that. Just you know, like just a couple of Vampire friends.”

“Sure,” said Randy.

As they walked up to the street he put on his sunglasses against the morning sun. Well, stranger things had happened.

~ End

Happy Valentine’s Day,

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

How to write a love letter (just a few words are all you need)

You’re the warm summer breeze against my skin. You’re a warm embrace on a cold winter night. You’re the hot in my chocolate. You’re the key to my lock. You’re the one …

Source: How to write a love letter (just a few words are all you need)

I Hate Valentine’s Day (a day late short story)

Short Story Sunday Monday:
I Hate Valentine’s Day

“I shouldn’t be alone today,” thought young Randy as he sat brooding on a rock, on the beach at 5:30 a.m. on Valentine’s Day. His heart was broken. The girl, a Vampire girl he knew he was going to fall in love with had given her heart to another and left him in the dreaded friend zone.

And it wasn’t as if she’d left him, or chosen another college student. Sure the guy she’d fallen for looked like he was twenty-one but he was born in freaking 1902. What did girls see in these older guys?

He was jolted from his thoughts by a “Hi. You’re Randy, aren’t you?”

A dark haired girl stood in front of him. “I’m Alexis. I’m in your Organic Chemistry class. I’m a Vampire, but you knew that. I know you are too. Small world.”

“Oh, right. Sure. Hi. Have a seat,” said Randy, glad for the company now.

“I hate Valentine’s Day,” said Alexis.

“Why do you hate it?”

She sat down on rock next to him. “My parents were borderline Shadow Creepers, you know old time Vampires who stayed in the dark most of the time. Nobody knew we were Vampires but everybody including the other school parents thought my parents were weird. I got picked on a lot at school. I was like quiet and small. I didn’t know how to stand up for myself. I didn’t dare try any of my Vampire stuff on anyone. I was afraid if anyone found out they’d kill my family.  Anyway, every Valentine’s Day we’d have to make stupid boxes and bring Valentines. I always made something pretty with roses and flowers and stuff, all pink and nice. I always But I never got any Valentines. Maybe from one of the girls who felt sorry for me. Everyone had full boxes except me. The kids all started to laugh at me. I wanted to rip their throats out but I couldn’t. You know, Vampire code.”

“Sure, don’t show them what you are, no matter what. Did your mom and dad know?”

“I never told them anything. We didn’t talk much at home. But I got my revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“I told the teacher I had to go the bathroom. Of course the boys started to make jokes about how I’d stink the school up. They were mean like that. Always. It never stopped. So like the teacher said someone had to go with me to make sure I wouldn’t spend too much time in there, cause sometimes I’d just go there to get away from it all. She said that Ashley should go with me. Ashley was the most popular girl.

She started to pout and complain. So a girl called Emma volunteered. Emma was the only kid who gave me a Valentine. She was kind of overweight and sometimes the other kids would say mean things to her too, but she was the smartest kid in the class so they didn’t say too much.

When we got out of the classroom she said she knew I didn’t need to go to the bathroom. We walked around for a bit, then went back to the classroom. But we didn’t go in.

“You can make them pay for what they did. I’ll help you,” said Emma. “I’m a witch. I know what you are.” Then she smiled in a way that even scared me.

We didn’t go in. The door locked. The room filled with smoke. The other kids started to scream. They couldn’t get out. Everyone started to claw at their faces and arms. That is except the teacher who kept trying to open the door. We ran to the office to get help. You know, we had to keep up appearances.

By the time the fire department go there and knocked down the door, the smoke at gone away, but the smell of sulphur was still in the room. Some of the kids had clawed out their eyes and made huge gashes in their faces and arms.

Then Emma whispered in my ear, “they’ll never call you ugly again.”

Hey, even I was shocked. I never did a thing. It was all her. Both of us ended up going to another school. In high school I made a lot of friends. They all thought my parents were cool Goths. The rest of the kids are still all scarred and screwed up.”

Randy looked at her feeling sort of numb. “Where is Emma now?”

“She got into swimming. Lost a lot of weight. Turned blonde. She’s at Stanford now. So Randy, why don’t you like Valentine’s day?”

“A girl I liked started seeing another guy.”

“Bummer. Sorry to hear that.”

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the waves. Randy didn’t know what to say. He and his best friend had been the two most popular boys at their high school. Their lives had been happy and relatively care free. Their parents were modern Vampire in every way possible.

Alexis bumped her shoulder gently against Randy’s. “I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No. Well, maybe just a little.”

“Looks like the storm is coming in. Wanna get coffee? No pressure. It’s not like I want to be your girlfriend or anything like that. Just you know, like just a couple of Vampire friends.”

“Sure,” said Randy.

As they walked up to the street he put on his sunglasses against the morning sun. Well, stranger things had happened.

~ End

 

Even Vampires Dream of Love (Ghosts and Werewolves too)

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Yesterday the kids came home with news of a fight at school. There were stitches and a broken nose. It happened in the boys locker room. Kids were suspended. A boy was defending the honor of a girl. He pushed another boy and well, teenage boy shit happens, unfortunately. Selfies were put online of course. Everyone got the news about the stitches and face swelling blow by blow minute by minute. Not that this has anything to do with romance… but after being almost at the end of my parenting children days I find myself still surprised each and every day by something.

Clara’s boyfriend broke up with her by text message. Very low rent. Fortunately it wasn’t too long or too serious of a relationship. Her friends all gathered around.

Garrett is also a moody Valentine.  His girlfriend Ione decided to cool things off. She received a letter of intent from Yale. Good news. Celebrations. We’re all happy. But since she plans on accepting she won’t be at the same college that Garrett will attend. We don’t know where he is going yet.

I told them that they could have friends over on Friday. They invited the odd socially odd but nice Werewolf kids who live around the corner. They also invited a few other Vampire teens. No regular kids.

So today I get a call from the school that Garrett tripped and ended up with a slight injury. His friend Jake had climbed on the roof and was yodeling out a declaration of love to a girl named Jessie. Garrett was yelling (and laughing) at Jake to get down when he fell down a flight of stairs outside and slammed his head on the pavement below and hit his shoulder on a brick wall. Sort of like falling in the snowboard event at the Olympics. It was the same flight of stairs he fell down last year when he broke his arm. That time he was flirting with a girl and looked back over his shoulder at her.

Fortunately he’ll heal fast and is going to be fine in a few days.

What this means is that Teddy and I will be staying home and watching movies with the kids or writing blog posts or taking the dog for a long walk on Valentine’s Day or watching the Olympics. But that is OK by me. I treasure all my time with Teddy, well most of it. I treasure him. So you know, in a relationship like ours everyday is Valentine’s Day.

And speaking of adults…I asked my friend Adam the Werewolf what he was doing for Valentine’s Day. He showed me a card he had made for his girlfriend. Adam had also been looking at estate jewelry shops for the perfect piece of vintage jewelry. He’d found a square locket from the 1880’s in which he’d placed a photo of himself and his girlfriend. The plan was to run in the woods together as wolves then get back to his place for steak, a nice bottle of wine and truffles. A howling good time.

After I helped Garrett get settled in from his fall and talked to Clara a bit about the meaning of life I went outside to fill the bird feeder on the deck. Nigel, The Ghost was standing there leaning against the rail and brushing his shaggy black hair back from his face with a ghostly hand.

The Ghost had traded his usual funerary black for an Irish Fisherman’s sweater and brown leather pants. His eyes sparkled on his pale, almost transparent face. His girlfriend Mary, a charming 17th century ghost girl was dancing happily by herself in the woods behind my house.

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” I had to ask. I’d asked everyone else I knew.

Nigel smiled. “Mary and I thought we’d take over the bodies of a couple of single people and have a night to remember.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sure, why not? It isn’t easy to do but well worth the effort.”

I have to admit it, what he just told me, even shocked a seasoned Vampire like me. “You’re going to possess a couple of people for the night?”

Nigel shook his head at me and folded his arms. “And you’re going to no doubt put some poor soul into a trance and drink his blood. What is worse? Tell me Vampire?”

He had a point.

I asked him, “Will the people you possess remember?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. We’ve already picked them out.”

“So they’re going to wake up in the morning…”

“That’s right Jewels. Strangers in a strange bed with an incredible haunting feeling that they might have spent a magical night of love together. How awesome is that?”

“You’d do that to someone?” It was so, well shocking if you think about it.

Nigel got in my face. “Oh come on Juliette, get real. I’m 26 years old. I’ve been dead for almost 28 years. I get bored. A little hokey pokey in somebody elses body isn’t going to, well, it isn’t going to kill anyone. And I’m already dead and apparently damned so I’ll be fine. The couple we picked will end up liking each other. We made sure of that. Just call it playing cupid if it makes you feel any better.

Then he laughed and vanished into the night air.

When I was a girl I’d dream of romance and Victorian ideals of proper passion. When I grew older I found romance and lost it. And found it again. And lost it. But finally I came to realize that romance can be found and kept in so many ways. It is that brush of a hand on the back. It is a hand held while doing nothing. It is ironing my shirts when I’m busy (as you watch ESPN.) It is raising kids together and still making love at the end of the day with the bedroom door locked and then laughing when the cat starts to meow and scratch under the bed. It is just being with someone you love.

Wishing you all love and romance… but I hope in your own body.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Ghost of a Chance for Romance

The sun was setting in the cool winter sky. While the rest of the country is having blizzards it is sweatshirt weather here in California. Perfect weather for romance. Perfect weather for being a Vampire.

My teenage son who is always surrounded by girls and a born flirt is off to a Valentine’s Day party at a friend’s house tonight. Gone are the days when new drivers can legally drive with a car full of their friends so my husband is taking Garrett and his friends Randy, Chloe and Ione.

Clara is going roller skating with her friends – their usual Friday night activity. She is in deep water with her dad for her cell phone addiction but that’s another post.

Teddy spent the day in San Francisco. Part of his business is dealing with estate jewelry. He delivered an engagement ring to a customer. The ring was first given to a bride in 1890. After the bride ran off with the grooms best friend the ring was given to someone in 1939. The young bride was widowed during the war and remarried in 1946. She sold the ring to a man who gave it to his daughter when she graduated from college. She died in India while looking for enlightenment and her boyfriend brought the ring back to the United States. He then sold it to Teddy who in turn sold the beautiful platinum and diamond wonder to a Vampire in San Francisco who planned on proposing to his true love. Speaking of which, I had always thought it would have been nice if one of my single brothers would have taken the ring but since neither one have steady girlfriends…oh well.

I fell out of my thoughts of the amazing ring when the ghost appeared next to me.

“I can tell by the look in your cold hard eyes that you’re thinking of romance.”

I told him the story of the ring. He looked out into the field where the girl ghost was dancing in the wind, the skirts of her long dress flowing behind her. She blew the ghost a kiss. He blew one back.

“She loves you.” I said, looking at the crazy carefree ghost girl with her blazing red curls.

“I never found love when I was alive,” said the ghost. “It was a obcessive ex-lover who caused my death, but I never loved her. She didn’t know how to love. She only knew how to possess.”

“I’m sorry.” I looked at his pale face framed by black hair.

“Don’t be. If I’d lived I would have never have met Mary. Honestly Juliette, unless I was a Vampire like you there would be no way I could have met a girl who was born in 1586, Funny how things work out that way.”

“That’s an interesting take on things.”

“I’m a realist. Of course being a ghost isn’t half as bad as being, well, as being a Vampire.”

“There is nothing wrong with being a Vampire.”

“Sure, if you’re into the whole drinking blood and living at night sort of thing.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

He gave me a rare smile. “I’m glad you’re happy too dear Vampire.”

Then he vanished as the sun went down and the first small bat flew across my back deck.

Good night and sweet dreams…of love and romance for all.

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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