I Hate Valentine’s Day

I Hate Valentine’s Day

A Short Vampire Story

“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 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

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

Short Story Sunday: Fallen

“Oh man, I wish we could turn into bats like in the movies. That would make things a lot easier.”

Max leaned against the kitchen counter listening to his friend Pierce. It had been a rough night for the hunters of shadows – the Vampires who were dedicated to keeping their world safe for both Vampires and those they lived among.

“Do you think she’ll be alright? I didn’t say anything in the car. You know how sensitive she is.”

Max poured himself another glass of wine. “She’ll be fine, eventually. I’ve seen her through worse. Mehitabel has seen herself through worse.”

Mehitabel won’t tell you if anything is wrong. Come on Max, she took on…” Peirce paused.

“A fallen angel. Sure, and some people call us fallen angels. They have no idea. We’re just physically different. The fallen angels are pure evil.”

“So is the poison that entered our friend, your lover.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Bullshit Max. That is total and complete bullshit.”

The sound of the shower upstairs turned off. Max put down his glass and went to check on his friend.

Mehitabel sat on his bed, her hair dark and wet around her shoulders. She wore one of his robes, a burgundy colored brushed silk.

“Hey, how do you feel,” he said stepping close putting his hand on her cool cheek.

“Not good. Sort of weird, like someone broke my heart, but I don’t know how or why or who. It wasn’t him.”

Max started to pull the robe open.

“Not tonight Max. Please I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone right now, alright.”

Mehitabel, I don’t want to… I… just let me look.” He pulled open the robe to see the large gash going from the top of her left shoulder down her arm almost to her elbow. The ugly wound had sealed but it was far from being healed. She winced as he touched it. An ugly blackness outlined the edges of the tear.

He put his hand over the wound. At first she tried to pull away but as he whispered words in an ancient language of their people the pain started to leave her arm. Then he bent over and kissed her shoulder. The blackness turned to a pale red. “I came to give, not to take.”

Tears filled her eyes as she lay back on the bed. Max lay next to her and put his arms around her. “Sleep. It is the best thing you can do. I’ll be up later. Nothing can hurt you here, not while Pierce and I are with you.”

Downstairs Pierce had turned on the TV. “Giants lost today but the Warriors are winning. How is she?”

“Not good. I’m going to sleep with her tonight. Just sleep and be there.”

Max and Pierce stayed up to watch the rest of the game to get their minds off of the past 48 hours.

Mehitabel lay in bed, her fangs ready as she looked out at the creature standing on the window ledge. “You cannot hurt me here. You cannot have me.”

It looked like a man, but she could see the flicker of the forked tail in the dark and the fold of leathery wings above his shoulders.

He smiled an angelic smile of pure bliss and beauty, then mouthed the words, “You’re mine. You. Are. Mine.”

At the sound of the door opening the dark being vanished. Max crawled under the covers bedside her. “Just because, just because we’re the way we are, and because I can’t… it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

She didn’t respond. She was too busy watching and waiting as she looked into the darkness outside the window.

 

~ End

 

Fallen Angel Dore

A story from ~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Short Story Sunday: When You Grow Old

Before we get to a story I have a little bit of business.

Thank you again (so many times) to all of my long time followers for continuing to visit this odd little blog.  

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This has been a busy weekend. My daughter turned 15 on July 5 so we’ve had a 48 hour party. Today (Sunday) I have take care of some things and help out the elders so I haven’t even thought of a short story or any ideas at all. All this and a coyote party behind my house – and they’re loud. Loud enough to wake the dead, and keep the undead awake as well.

But good news – I’m sharing one of my favorites again with you. Enjoy and have fun.

 

When You Grow Old

“Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked my brother’s caretaker Josh.

My brother Bob is 90 years old. A former screenwriter and movie producer, he lives in a modern glass and polished wood mansion on the Central Coast of California.

I’d been at Bob’s for six months.

“Your grandmother would have been 101 this year,” Bob told me. I was going to turn 101 this year, at the end of October. What Bob doesn’t know is that I am his sister Valentina. He doesn’t know I’m a vampire either. He thinks I’m a great niece who is the spitting image of his older sister who passed away in 1935.

I walked the beach in the evenings with Bob. He leaned my arm and told me about the cycles of the tide and the migration of the whales.

Arriving home we found that my brother’s caretaker Bob had fixed dinner. A beautiful salad and fresh rockfish. Josh, a tall skinny but muscular blonde in his 30’s had been with Bob for about 3 years. He divided his time between helping Bob and two other elderly folks near by, and when he wasn’t with his old folks he was surfing.

I asked Josh why he worked with old people. “They’re exceptional creatures,” he told me, “with the knowledge of lost times. They have wisdom and humor that needs to be honored. You can’t always get that out of old people, but if you work them just so and LISTEN they’ll give you the secrets of the universe. And the weird thing is, no not weird, I the magic of it, is that they don’t even know they have that knowledge.”

The next morning we had a visitor. It was Stephen, one of my brother’s neighbors. “You’ve been good to your brother,” he whispered in my ear. He was also a Vampire, something I’d known for a while, but never talked to him about. Our paths crossed but this was the first time we had made a social call since I’d been there.

It seems Stephen and Bob have been friends for the past 10 years, since Stephen purchased the run down house next door and restored it to the former glory of its past. Until today, he only visited Bob when I was out. They spend the evenings talking, watching movies and playing cards with Josh. There was a bond of friendship that was so real and close, the kind that never ends, even with age and differences of opinion.

A few night later Stephen and I walked the beach.

“How long have you been a Vampire?” I asked him. It was a common question Vampires ask each other.

“Since the summer of 1802. Funny it seems like yesterday.”

“So hows it working out for you? I mean, the Vampire thing and all?” I had to ask.

“Good. It’s all good. You know it isn’t for everyone.”

“I wonder about Bob.” I had wondered about my brother and if I made him into a Vampire if I’d restore his youth and keep him in my life.

“Bob is happy where he is.”

“I think you’re right.”

We walked more and listened to the waves. Then he kissed me under that stars. That was a surprise. A nice surprise.

The next morning after Josh had helped Bob with his shower and getting dressed I visited with him over coffee. Josh was such a caring free spirit, loving his work with the elderly and his relationship with the waves.

“Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked Josh.

He smiled. “I’ll ride out on the surf and become one with the sea.”

“Who will listen to your words of wisdom?”

“You and Stephen can pass it on. You’ll still be here. You’ll always be here. So will Bob, not in body but his spirit is strong. He’ll be around as long as the stars over the surf.” Then he winked at me. “Valentina, I know all about you. Your kind is all over the coast down here. I grew up with Vampires. It’s cool.”

And so it was.

 

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Gasoline and Tiger Maple (don’t mix)

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Andy had dined with his friends Ramon and Sophia. They were always a treat. Tonight there was an interesting mix of high blood alcohol levels mixed with a slight after taste of cocaine and a hint something he couldn’t quite identify. It might have been Morphine.

Hell, it could have been chocolate for all he cared. It was good to come home to friends who were funny and smart and oh so accommodating to his needs.

After two weeks out of town playing Don Giovanni he was ready to become himself. It was good to be Andy again. It was good to be home in San Francisco where he didn’t have to worry about snow.

He parked in the garage and threw his vicuña overcoat on one of the kitchen stools. The pile of mail was already on the table where the neighbor had left it for him. It was the usual bills and magazines. A postcard from his girlfriend Shawna was on the top. She was in Chicago lecturing on flying dinosaurs. He smiled. The postcard was Van Gough’s self-portrait from the Art Institute. She’d remembered that he’d told her about it when they’d first met. One of the reasons he loved her was because she remembered the little things.

Smiling as he poured a shot of Bourbon he quietly sang “La ci darem la mano” thinking of Shawna. There was a sudden warmth in the air that wasn’t from the Bourbon or thoughts of love. Someone else was in the house.

Andy made a mental note to call the alarm company. Son of a bitch.  He walked to the living room and saw them – a man and a woman dressed in black. They had guns, silver crosses and knives. Vampire Hunters.

“Andrew Todd.” The man said his name as a fact, not a question.

“I’m sorry the show is over for the night you have to leave before the stage manager throws you out.” He laughed at his own joke then downed the Bourbon. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

“You’ve lived your lie for too long.”

“What lie? Do you put everything about yourself out to the world? Well?” Andy was going to make a joke about putting it all on Twitter but thought the better of it.

The woman held up the cross. “Oh please,” said Andy, “that isn’t going to harm me. We’re all God’s children around here.” Damn Vampire Hunters. They didn’t know a thing about Vampires, much less hunting them.

The woman looked surprised. Very surprised. Andy just smiled and calculated what he’d do about the situation.

Suddenly the man poured gasoline against the antique buffet against the wall.

“Hey, no. That’s tiger maple. Awww man, don’t do that.”

The man spun around to face the Vampire. “We’ve been watching you Todd.”

“I’m feeling really violated here. If you burn my house down…I mean, really, in this neighborhood?”

The man poured more gasoline as the woman pointed a gun at Andy.

“Do you really want to do this? What good would it do killing me?”

The man started to talk of evil and darkness. It was some sort of mumbo jumbo sort of spell or chant. From the bowels of darkness, cursed undead, blood of our ancestors spilled by your unholy trinity of death, blood and carnal desires. Unrelenting evil…

“Oh come on,” said Andy. “That isn’t going to do anything except make you sound even more stupid than you already are. Look at me.”

“Don’t look at the Vampire in the eyes,” screamed the woman.

Andy walked towards the man then quickly grabbed his neck. “Look at me. I’m just like you. We even have the same eye color. We’re not that different. Look at me. Look at my eyes or I’ll tear fucking your head off. Now let go of the gas can before you hurt yourself. Besides, you’re tired. Close your eyes, fall asleep, dream of warm tropical breezes and sweet kisses from a woman so hot that she’ll burn your skin.”

The man collapsed onto a large wing back chair dead asleep.

Andy looked at the woman. “You want a glass of wine? A cocktail perhaps? Help yourself. I’ll just be a minute. One more thing, put the gun down and stand still, right there. If you don’t I’ll kill you. Capisce?”

The Vampire sank his teeth into the man’s neck for just a minute. Enough time to keep his prey in sweet dreams for a few more minutes, and in nightmares for a few more months.

“I’m done drinking for the night Jenna. Yes my dear, I know your name. I got it from your friend here.”

He took her hand and led her to the formal living room. Music started. His hand went to her waist. “Dance with me.”

Jenna attempted to pull away from the cold grip of the Vampire. “No, I won’t dance with a Vampire”.

Andy pulled her closer. “Then just dance with the guy who can sing.”

“Please spare me from a fate worse than death. I will die a thousand deaths before I become one of the undead.”

“Oh cut the Gothic melodramatic crap. I’m the one who was born in the 1851. You don’t hear me talking like that. Jesus, I’m not going to turn you into a Vampire. Have you ever met a Vampire before tonight?”

“No.” Her voice sounded small, more like a child than a grown woman.

“Jenna, dear, you have a good heart but the enemy you need to be chasing isn’t Vampires or Werewolves or whoever you think need chasing. The enemy is ignorance and bigotry and hatred.  Fight for the equality of women and the rights of children. Fight for those who don’t have a voice. Fight for the freedom of expression and art. Fight for a cause that matters.”

She looked into his hazel blue eyes and swayed as if she was going to faint. The man, still slumped on the chair croaked out “don’t listen to him Jenna.”

Andy shot a glance at the man. “One more noise from you and I’ll rip your heart right out of your chest with my bare hands. Do you understand? And I’ll send you the bill for the damage to my furniture and floors.”

He went back to the woman. “What am I going to do with you? You’ve broken into my home. You’ve damaged a valuable and beautiful piece of furniture. You’ve invaded my privacy. You’re lucky you didn’t touch my piano. What I should do is call the police.”

“You’re a Vampire.”

“So tell me something I don’t know. I pay taxes. I own a home. I vote.”

“But…”

“Jenna, stop.  I’m not happy about what you and your boyfriend have done here tonight. Plus you’re a bigot who got nothing what so ever from my speech to you about bigotry and ignorance. What the hell is wrong with you? Honestly?”

Andy ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. The house reeked of gasoline and fear. The morning sun just started to come through the windows. He turned back to Jenna.

“The only reason I’m letting you live is because I don’t want to deal with your bodies. I already have enough of a mess. The reason I’m not calling the police is because I’d rather not have to deal with a trial. In the meantime every Vampire on the West Coast will know your names and what you’re up to. You can’t hide. You will never be able to hide from us. So if you’re smart you’ll stay as far away from any Vampires or Vampire Hunters as you humanly can. Now, I am going to take my bags upstairs. When I get back down I want you gone.”

After they left Andrew surveyed the damage. He’d have to call the furniture guy and the alarm company. Someone would have to take a look at the rugs and the hardwood floors.

But before he did any of that there was someone else he needed to call. Andy dialed the number he knew so well. She picked up on the first ring. He closed his eyes and sat down. “Hey Mom. I’m home. Can you come over?”

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

An example of Tiger Maple. It is a favorite of Andrew's and mine. Prized for beauty and character (like Andy and me.)

An example of Tiger Maple.  Prized for beauty and character (like my brother Andy and me.)

Short Story Sunday: The Child

The Child (A Short Unspectacular Vampire Story)

“I don’t get them at all. What is it about the obsession with things like Proust and his stupid cookie or that German guy who kept shoving his cat into a box then pondering if it was dead or alive. And what is up with Hamlet? To be or not to be? Really? He needs some serious counseling. And don’t even get me started on Little Women.”

“Schrodinger. He was the guy with the cat,” I said.

“I hope it bit him,” said my partner (and best friend) Jayne.

We drove for a few more miles, lights off, but not in silence. There is never silence with Jayne along. She talks non-stop for hours on end, and endless stream of consciousness, a dialog of rambling thoughts and opinions.

“They’re all so stupid, you know, people who think they’re smart and profound. An it is usually guys. Idiots.” Jayne was scowling now. I don’t blame her.

“I know. I’m going to stop here.”

“Sounds good.”

We got out of the car, both in black from head to toe except for a shock of blonde hair coming from Jayne.

The sidewalk smelled like urine and barf. I love my job but only because I know I’m doing the right thing, not for the depravity I run into each and every day.

“Where’s Max this weekend?”

Of course she had to ask. I didn’t want to talk about him. I hated him. I loved him. I wished she’d just leave it alone. “Family stuff. It’s his mom’s birthday.

“You know the guy is just using you.”

“End of story Jayne. I don’t want to talk about it.”

We walked along for a few more blocks, checking out ally ways and what looked like mostly abandoned buildings. Not a street light was in sight or many lights in the windows of the buildings.

“Urban decay at it’s best,” Jayne said. “Remember when it was a big deal to live in a city. Everyone wore hats and gloves and men were always in suits. I don’t get it. Now they just sit around in jammie pants and sweats and everyone looks like slobs. It kind of turns my stomach. I mean, packaging and presentation mean so much. It is like nobody cares. That is why everything is going down into the deep black hole of…Mehitabel, are you listening?”

“Yes. We’re getting close.”

“When people ask me what I do for a living I never say I hunt monsters.”

“I know.” I had to smile.

We came to what looked like an 19th century factory or warehouse building. The windows were broken out or painted over with black. The brigs looked like they’d sagged from 100 years of gravity.

“Let’s do this,” said Jayne.

We checked our weapons.

I smiled at Jayne and we entered the building and silently walked towards the scent of our prey.

We didn’t need to talk. We knew what the other was thinking. We knew what needed to be done.

At the end of the hall was a light. The door flew open. They were there, hovering over a bed where a frightened child cowered in the corner.

They spun around looking shocked to see us.

“Give us the child,” I demanded. “She’ll die if you keep her. You don’t know how to take care of her.”

“She’s already dead,” one of them said.

“Oh give me a break. What an asshat.” Jayne always had something interesting to say, especially when she was pissed off. She drew her gun out and pointed towards the group.

“Don’t look them in the eye,” yelled one of the men.

Jayne chuckled under her breath. I drew my weapon. “Give us the child.”

I knew what the men were thinking. They’d been paid a half a million dollars for the girl. Yesterday she was happy in first grade learning how to read and write.  Tomorrow she’d be a prize for the highest bidder on the pretense of scientific study.

There were three men, youngish, frightened. “Give us the child,” I said, “or I’ll let Jayne here talk you to death.”

Jayne laughed and walked towards the men, gun up and ready to shoot. “Back off gentlemen and let us take the child.  Honestly imagine if someone had taken you from your mommies when you were this age. Scary scary stuff if you ask me. And look at you. You’re all so young with a full life ahead of you. You need to go to graduate school or join the Peace Corps or do something with your lives besides taking money to steal children from those who aren’t like you. Make something of yourselves.  Learn to hula dance or tap dance or ballroom dance. Or you could just go to sleep. Go to sleep and dream of warm fires and gentle ocean breezes and the wind through the palm trees and white sands and ….”

Jayne’s hypnotic voice had put the three men into a deep slumber.

“I’ll have you know,” she said, “I don’t do this when I’m out on a date.”

I had to laugh.

We approached the small girl who threw her arms around my neck and held on tight. “You’re alright Holly, dear child. We’re going to bring you home. Are you hungry? You must be.”

The child nodded yes so I took the limp arm from one of her captors and held the wrist up to her mouth. The little Vampire teeth sunk in. “Not too much too fast or you’ll get sick.”

On the car ride home Jayne talked about growing up as a Vampire and how she couldn’t imagine anyone stealing her from her parents. They were tough and eccentric old Vampires. I loved going to visit them in their wild house full of insane fun.

My parents had been dead a long long time, as I wasn’t born a Vampire.  But all the same, they would have been heart broken if someone had taken me.

Over a hundred years have passed and I think that maybe one day I’ll have my own family, but until then, I’ll do what I can to keep the children of my world, and any others safe from harm.

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How to Write a Vampire Story (DIY Projects)

starsHave you been trying to write a Vampire story but just spend hours staring at a blank page? Do you dream of being the next best selling Vampire author? Do you love the passion of Vampires but find your fingers fumbling on your keyboard.

Stare, fumble and dream no more. Now you have the fun and easy way to write your own epic Vampire story.

It is so EASY.

Print out this post or cut and paste the text into a Word document and print it out. Cut out the words below (as individual words, descriptions, names). Put each group of words into individual jars (bags, hats, boxes.) Pick the indicated amount of words from each jar. Write your story.

The Vampires (pick 3-5)

Vlad – one of those opera cape type of Vampires

Catherine – a raven haired wild temptress of a Vampire

Russell – A geeky vampire

Ramona – A passionate Vampire who wishes she was human

Big Rob – A larger than life Texan Vampire who always gets exactly what he wants

Zack – An Enforcer and hunky sexy Vampire guy. Knows his weapons. Has a really big gun.

Jared – A Wall Street Banker, recently turned into a Vampire. Wears really great suits.

Billy – The Vampire with a heart of gold

Jonathan – An ancient Vampire who is smoking hot sexy and deadly

Freda – Vampire Queen

Fiona – A dead ringer for Freda

Larry – A Vampire guy who likes fast cars and faster women

Lissa – Sexy Vampire scientists and university professor

Jeff – A Vampire who runs an antiques shop

Jasmine – An exotic Vampire woman with a secret past

Clay and Desdemona – Vampire hipsters

Other Creatures (pick 2)

Hank – a hunky Werewolf

Piggy – a short fat Werewolf (turns into a pug dog during full moons)

Doris – a fast talking Goblin chick. Likes tight red dresses and green hair

Jenny – A screaming banshee with a keen sense of humor

Nickle – A girl who is really a robot underneath her smooth seductive skin

Mickey – A mouse

Susan – A Zombie

Humans (pick 3-9)

Jack – Tall and handsome with a body to kill for. A serious attorney.

Mavis – A fast talking, hard living biker grandma

Morgan – A beautiful blonde

Dash – handsome fast talking con-man

John – A Hell Fire Minister

David – Cute in a geeky way computer programmer

Liv – Sweet innocent girl of 19, ready to take on the world

Boris – A Russian Count with a dark Secret

Bella – The girl with only one facial expression

Senator Hayes – A powerful US Senator

Jason – A preppy college student

Dr. Fausco – A mad scientist

Dr. Harrison – A History Professor with an interest in Vampires

Stephen – An antiques dealer with a passion for all things dark and mysterious

Daphanie – A romance writer

Fit – Yoga instructor who is also the lead singer for a Metal band.

Kindle – A police detective

Janice – A prim and proper small town librarian who dreams of passion.

Janet – Damn it

Bruce – A Vampire Hunter

Callie – Another Vampire Hunter

Dr. Ralley – Another Vampire Hunter

Twig – A meth cooker and snitch

Locations (pick 3)

Phoenix Arizona

The Swiss Alps

New York City

Yosemite

San Francisco

A deep dark forest

An airport

Washington DC

London

Berlin

Iceland

Brazil

Chicago

St. Paul

New Orleans

An ancient crypt

An old church

A castle

An old dark house

A school

A University

Plot Stuff (pick 5)

An unsolved murder

A mysterious lover

They fall in love

A violent blood soaked night of passion

A roll in the hay

A car chase

Snow falling

Locked in a cabin

Fire

Gun shots

Finding a treasure

Robbing a bank

Finding a body

Falling in a grave

Buried alive

A creepy sermon

A gathering of bats

A bathtub full of otters

A bubble bath

A wild night of romance

A dark stormy night

Interesting Objects (pick 3-5)

A map

Ancient book in an unknown language

Pink foam curlers

Teapot

A golden key

Jeweled dagger

Finely carved chair

A complete Meissen Monkey Band

Silver cross

A gun

Fine lace handkerchief

Mysterious locked box

Red shoes

A white beaver hat

Toaster

Old photo album

A mirror

Crystal ball

Clock with a mysterious chime

A set of crystal goblets

OK everybody, now get to work and write your own Vampire story. Have fun! And don’t forget to check your spelling (something I rarely do but highly recommend.)

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman (now you know exactly how I do it)

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