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VSS Part 10

    Claire woke up one morning and got ready for class like any other day. She picked up her phone after she dried her hair and saw a text message from her sister wishing her a happy birthday. Claire smiled and grabbed her bag before departing for class. She put up her hood as soon as she walked outside. It was cold, gray, and raining. Beautiful October morning. She walked through puddles on her way to her first class. She walked in after shaking off the water and headed to her seat. She stopped when she saw a single yellow rose on her desk. She looked around, but noticed she was the only one in the room. She smiled and picked it up as she sat down at her desk.
    After class, she walked to her next one in the same building and found another rose, this time a pink rose, sitting on her desk. She picked it up and smelled it, inhaling the sweet fragrance. She stayed after class to ask the professor a question about the homework and then headed to the computer lab. She walked to a computer and saw a lavender rose on the keyboard. Claire, astonished, looked around the room for her admirer. She finally sat down at the computer, mesmerized by whoever was sending her roses.
    She headed to her last morning class before lunch. She was running a bit late since the printer was acting up in the computer lab. The three roses hung out of her bag as she rushed into the classroom. Some of the girls giggled when they saw her. She looked at her desk and saw an orange rose. She flushed as she quickly sat down and took the rose.
    In the lunch line she grabbed a yogurt and a sandwich to go so that she could go study in the library before her next class. She went to check out when the cashier looked at her ID and handed her a red rose.
    “A young man wanted me to give this to you.” Claire took it slowly, gazing at the beautiful flower. Then she took her food and went to the library, expecting more roses to show up any minute.
    She went to her last class of the day and walked into the room to find a vase of a dozen red roses sitting on her desk. They were beautiful with a red ribbon wrapped around the clear vase. Claire was shocked and blushed as she made her way to her seat. She sat down and hid behind her roses. Everyone who walked into the room looked at her. Then Claire noticed a card folded in between the flowers. She picked it up and read it.
Meet me in the park at 4. Dress nice.
    Claire folded it up and smiled to herself. She practically ran to her room after class and put the roses on her dresser. Her roommate raised her eyebrows at her.
    “Someone really likes you.”
    “Shut up and help me pick out something nice to wear.” She laughed and got up to help Claire search through her closet.
            Claire walked through the park. It had stopped raining and a light fog had settled near the ground. She saw Van standing in the fog, wearing a suit. Claire had picked a red knee-length dress that matched her roses to wear. He kissed her cheek when she reached him, and he led her to a blanket on the ground. Claire saw a picnic set out with a basket and everything. They sat down and Claire couldn’t keep from smiling. Van opened the basket and started pulling out food.
            “You look gorgeous. That color really compliments our skin.” Claire blushed. Van pulled out a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Claire looked at him questioningly. “It’s a special day.”
            “Yeah?” Van smiled.
            “Yeah.” He set out their food and handed her a plate with chicken alfredo. They began eating, Claire more than Van.
            “Did you make this?”
            “In more ways than you know.” They continued eating. Van sipped his red wine slowly. “Thank you for the roses.”
            “Did you like them?”
            “Yes. They were beautiful.”
            “Do you know what they mean?” Claire shook her head. Van took her hand, palm up. He traced the creases on her palm slowly. “The yellow rose represents happiness. Pink represents admiration.” He traced his finger up her arm, giving her goosebumps. “The lavender rose represents enchantment.” His finger went up to her shoulder and then her neck. “Orange represents desire.” He cupped her face and then ran his hand up to her cheek and rubbed her skin with his thumb. “Red represents love.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. It was the perfect kiss. Claire could still taste him on her lips as he stood up and pulled her with him. He held her close and they started slow dancing together. Claire sighed happily as she relaxed into his arms. She could feel his breath on her forehead. “Happy Birthday, Claire.” His voice was soft. After several minutes of dancing in the fog, tiny raindrops started to fall. Neither of them cared. They kept dancing, even as the rain fell harder. 
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Posted by on March 29, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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VSS Part 7

  The four of them sat in a booth at a casual restaurant with a bar. Korbin was drinking a beer as they waited for their food.
  “You eat your steak raw?” Korbin smiled at Claire and saw that Van was tense.
  “Yeah. Would you like to try a bite when it comes?”
  “Uh, no thank you.” Korbin laughed. “Aren’t you afraid of getting a worm or disease or something?”
  “No.” Korbin smiled. “I like you, Claire. You’re so innocent.” Van growled, but only Korbin heard. Korbin continued to smile but leaned back in his seat.
  “So, how did you and Nyx meet?” Korbin glanced at Nyx sitting next to him.
  “By accident.” They both laughed at an inside joke. Claire looked at Van and he just shrugged his shoulders.        “Tell us about yourself, Claire.”
  “What would you like to know?”
  “What’s your favorite food?”
  “Well, that’s a tough question. I love my mom’s homemade macaroni and cheese.”
  “What’s your favorite color?”
  “Your favorite sport?”
  “Football.” Korbin looked at his brother.
  “I like her so far.” Then he looked back at Claire. “Why did you choose the school we attend?”
  “Well, it had a good program and it was in the mountains. I enjoy the outdoors.”
  “Huh.” Their food arrived and Claire wrinkled her nose up at Korbin’s steak.
  “Relax, Van.” Korbin and Van were walking side by side a little ways behind the girls. They were walking around town, enjoying the night life. Van hadn’t relaxed all evening. “It’s not like we’re going to bite her.”
  “I’m just afraid one of us will say something that will give it away to Claire.”
  “You mean you’re afraid I’m going to say something to mess things up. Chill, Van. Look, the girls are enjoying themselves. Don’t spoil it.” Van looked at the girls, talking and giggling, a few feet in front of them.
  “You’re right. I should enjoy the night.” Korbin slapped Van’s back and smiled.
  “That’s the spirit.” They continued walking until the girls spotted a clothing store. The boys reluctantly followed the girls in. The girls went right to work picking out outfits and giggling secretively. Claire brought a sweater over to Van and held it up to him.
  “You’d look great in this!” Van raised an eyebrow and looked at Korbin, who shrugged his shoulder and grinned. Claire joined Nyx, and they went to the dressing room. They tried on clothes in stalls next to each other.
  “I’m not trying to sound like an older sister, but be gentle with Van’s heart.”
  “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
  “Well, don’t let him know I told you, but you’re his first girlfriend.”
  “Yeah. He’s never really dated and Korbin and I are thrilled he finally is, but…”
  “But what?”
  “I just hope things work out.”
  “Me too. I really like Van. More than I should.”
  “Why do you say that?”
  “I’ve never fallen so hard and so fast for a boy. It’s new to me, and I have goals and dreams. I just don’t want my feelings to get in the way of my dreams and vice versa.”
  “I understand.”
  “May I ask what attracted you to Korbin?” Nyx smiled to herself.
  “He’s such a man.” Claire laughed. “I’m serious. He’s the kind of guy who will protect his family, defend his honor, and be the man of the house. He’s a real man.” Nyx laughed. “I also like a guy with a sense of humor. What attracts you to Van?”
  “He’s so romantic.”
  “I can see that.”
  “He is just so sweet and thoughtful.”
  “Sounds like someone’s in love.”
  “I am not.”
  “How long have you and Korbin been together?”
  “Nice change of subject. Five years. I was sixteen when I met him.”
  “Wow. Are you going to get married?”
  “Eventually. Although he hasn’t asked me formally. We’ve talked about it, though.” Claire walked out of the stall.
  “What do you think?” Nyx looked at her.
  “Why don’t we try something that will drive Van crazy?” Nyx grinned and grabbed something from her stack of clothes. She threw it at Claire, who put it on. Then Nyx teased Claire’s hair and scrunched it, so that it was bigger and slightly curly. Then she dug in her purse and pulled out eye liner. She applied more makeup on Claire and then stepped back to take a look. “You’re gonna knock him dead.” Claire turned toward the mirror and gasped. She looked like a model. She was wearing black stilettos and a short red dress. Her eyes were smoky and dark, which made the color of her irises pop.
  “Wow.” Nyx smiled and then applied more lipstick to her own lips. Nyx had changed also. She wore a tight black dress with black heals. The dress hugged every curve she had.
  “Korbin loves black.” Claire smiled, but kept staring at her own reflection. “C’mon.” Nyx grabbed her hand and led her out of the dressing room. Nyx paid for the clothes and they walked out to where the boys were waiting.     They had been talking, but upon seeing the girls, stopped. Their jaws dropped and they just stared. Nyx walked up to Korbin and slid her finger along his jaw line. “We’re ready.” Then she led the way out of the store, Claire following. The guys walked after them. The boys couldn’t keep their eyes or hands off of their girls. Nyx laughed every time she pushed Korbin away. His hands were all over her. Van was speechless and kept close to Claire the whole evening. They headed back to the school. When they arrived, Nyx walked toward the dorm. Korbin looked at Van.
  “Mind if I have some privacy in the room for a while?” Van smirked.
  “No. Have fun.” Korbin playfully punched Van’s shoulder and then ran after Nyx. Claire grabbed and turned Van’s head to look at her.
  “You’ve been so good all night.” She slid her hands down the front of his shirt. Van swallowed hard.
  “What do you mean?”
  “You haven’t even put an arm around me.” Van closed his eyes.
  “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
  “Let’s go hang out in my room.”
  “Okay. I can’t go to mine.” Claire laughed as they went to her dorm. She opened the door and turned on the light. “Where’s your roommate?”
  “She went home for the weekend. She’ll be back Sunday night.” Claire sat on her bed and Van sat next to her.    “I had a wonderful evening.”
  “I’m glad. I had fun too. You and Nyx hit it off.”
  “She’s so cool. We had some good conversations.”
  “Oh, yeah? About what?” Claire smiled.
  “I can’t tell you. Girl stuff.”
  “Not even a little?”
  “No.” Claire smiled and poked his chest playfully. Van looked into her eyes.
  “You are stunning.” He swept her hair behind her ear and touched her lips, before kissing her softly. He let go and continued looking at her. She put her hand through his thick hair and kissed him, deepening it. Van’s hands found her waist. The kiss deepened as Claire pulled off Van’s jacket and leaned back on her bed. Van continued kissing her as she unbuttoned his shirt. Van felt his fangs break through his gums. His eyes darkened into black holes and he flew off of Claire to the other side of the room. He turned his face away for several minutes until his features went back to normal. Claire sat up and looked at him.
  “What’s wrong, Van?” Van slowed his breathing and then turned around to look at Claire.
  “I’m sorry.”
  “You freak out every time we kiss.” Van sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong with me?” Van was at her side in an instant. He put his hands on either side of her face and kissed the tears that ran down her cheeks.
  “I’m sorry, Claire. It’s me. I have…control problems. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.” Claire sniffed and wiped her eyes, smearing her makeup. She turned her head.
  “I look horrible.” Van turned her face back toward him and kissed her nose.
  “You are beautiful, Claire. Never think otherwise.” Then he cradled her as she leaned her head against his chest and leaned back against the bed. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep in his arms. “I’m sorry, Claire.”   He whispered so as to not wake her, but deep in his heart he regretted ever meeting her. How could he curse one so innocent and caring? How could he take a life that was not his to begin with? It was at that moment that Van realized if he could cry, he would have.
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Posted by on February 8, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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VSS Part 6

               Over the next two weeks, Claire and Van were busy with schoolwork, but they tried to see each other at least once during the week. They sometimes even studied together in the library.
               The library was quiet as everyone leaned over their textbooks. Claire looked up from her anatomy book and saw Van staring at her.
               “Why do you keep looking at me?”
               “I enjoy watching you study.”
               “Your forehead crinkles when you concentrate.” Claire blushed and looked down. “It’s cute.”
               “You’re going to make me self-conscious when I study now.”
               “Nonsense. Just don’t look up.” Van smirked and Claire hit him with her book playfully. They both laughed. Van moved to the chair next to her. “There. Now I can’t look at you as easily.”
               “Still won’t stop you.”
               “Do you want me to stop?” Claire bit her lip as she smiled and looked down at her book.
               “No.” Van leaned in close to her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her skin.
               “Claire, will you be my girl?” Claire held her breath as her heart thumped hard in her chest and butterflies swarmed her stomach. She couldn’t think but just nodded yes. Van smiled and kissed her cheek.
               “You’re in a hurry.” Van threw his shirt on. “You seein’ Claire?”
               “Yeah.” Van grabbed a belt and put it on, getting ready to walk out the door.
               “Van.” Van stopped and looked at his brother. “Can we talk?”
               “Can’t it wait?”
               “Don’t have time for your brother anymore?” Van shut the door and turned around toward Korbin. “How long have you been seeing Claire now?”
               “Korbin. What’s on your mind?”
               “Van, I just want you to be careful, that’s all.”
              “Korbin.” Korbin held up his hand, silencing Van.
              “Hear me out. I trust you, I do. I know you will make the right decisions and I know you have Claire’s best interests in mind, but you’re my family, Van. My only family. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Van looked at his brother.
              “What do you think is going to happen, Korb?”
              “I don’t know, but someone is bound to be hurt, either physically or emotionally.”
              “Look, I like Claire…a lot. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but for the first time since mom and dad’s death, I’m happy and I’m living life.”
             “Just be careful, okay?”
             “I will. I promise.” Van then left to go meet Claire.
            “How were classes this week?” Van and Claire were walking through the parks during a cloudy day.
            “They were okay. Anatomy is challenging and the professor is boring. Yours?”
            “I had trouble concentrating. I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Claire blushed and smiled. They were holding hands. The breeze whipped around them and they could feel autumn approaching. “What do you want to do today? We have all weekend.”
            “Well, I will have to do homework sometime, but for now, I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
            “Nope. I asked you first.” Van smiled.
            “Not fair.” Claire thought for a minute. “I like what we’re doing right now. I love being outside. It’s so much more free and relaxing and natural.” They kept walking, listening to the birds and wind. “Do you ever look up at the trees and wonder what they’ve seen?” They stopped walking and looked up at a huge white oak tree.
            “I never really thought about it.”
            “Really? You probably think I’m weird.”
            “No. Tell me.”
            “Well, I just think it’s amazing that these trees are hundreds of years old, and they continue to grow. We only live to about eighty years. They live for hundreds. It’s remarkable.”
            “I suppose it is.” They looked up at the tree some more. Then Van turned and grabbed her around the waist and twirled her in a circle. Their foreheads were touching when they stopped spinning.
            “How is this real?”
            “I don’t know.” Van kissed the tip of her nose. “Claire, I never want to be without you.” She smiled.
            “I’ll be a busy girl in med school.” Van’s smile faltered a little.
            “I’m a patient guy.” They started walking again, hand in hand. They heard footsteps approach them from behind and turned to see Korbin and Nyx walking toward them.
            “Hey.” Van looked at Korbin. “Nyx and I are going out tonight and wanted to know if you two would like to join us.” Claire smiled.
            “Like a double date?”
            “That would be great!” Korbin looked at his brother.
            “Yeah sure, sounds fun.” Korbin smiled and draped his arm around Nyx before leaving them. 


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Posted by on February 2, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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VSS Part 4

            Van picked Claire up in his car, which was a black Nissan Maxima. Claire slid into the passenger seat.
            “Nice car! Is it new?”
            “Yeah. It was gift from my parents before coming to college.”
            “Are they rich?” Van laughed.
            “Kinda.” They started toward the highway. “We’re going to the city.”
            “Really?” Van saw the excitement in her eyes.
            “I love the city. It’s beautiful at night. By the way, you look fantastic.” Claire blushed.
            “You don’t look half bad yourself.” Van could smell the perfume and soap on her body, but that didn’t cover up the scent of her blood. He took a deep breath, wishing he could taste her, but opened the windows a little instead. “Hot?”
            “It’s just stuffy in here. Do you mind?”
            “Not at all. So…tell me about your brother.”
            “Korbin? What do you want to know?”
            “He’s older, right? What level is he?”
            “He’s a freshman, like us.”
            “How old is he?”
            “Oh. Why did he wait to go to college?”
            “He waited for me to graduate high school. We wanted to go at the same time. We’re pretty close.” Claire smiled to herself. “What are you smiling about?”
            “Oh, nothing.”
            “That’s just cute, that’s all.”
            “Cute?” Van raised his eyebrows at the word.
            “Yeah. You guys are really close. I know brothers who don’t even speak to each other. It’s nice.”
            “Oh.” Van shrugged his shoulders. “We’ve always been close. We do most things together, so it just seemed logical to start college together. Do you have any siblings?”
            “Yeah. I have a fourteen-year-old sister.”
            “Is she a lot like you?”
            “No.” Claire laughed. “She is the exact opposite of me. She has a temper and is boy crazy. She’s a hard-worker, but lacks motivation sometimes. She’s a handful, but I love her. We’re pretty close. It’s hard being so far away from her.”
            “Where’s home?”
            “Ohio. Where’s home for you?”
            “Tennessee. What are your parents like?”
            “They’re the best parents. They aren’t very strict. They’re fair, and they support me in all of my decisions.”
            “Even boys you date?”
            “Yeah. They haven’t objected to any yet. Why, worried?”
            “Just curious.”
            “What about your parents?”
            “They died in a fire when I was young.”
            “I’m so sorry.”
            “It’s okay. Their best friends adopted Korbin and I. That’s probably another reason why we’re so close. Anyway, they’re great people. They’ve always been there for us.”
            “Do you miss your parents?”
            “Yeah. I was only four when it happened. Korbin was nine so he remembers more than I do. We don’t talk about it much.”
            “I understand.” Van turned onto the highway toward the city. “So, how did you become so interested in poetry?”
            “It’s the only thing I remember about my mother. She used to read me poetry every night before I went to bed. She had the most beautiful voice.”
            “So, why does Korbin want to study criminal justice?”
            “Well, he was closer to dad, than I was. My father was a…soldier.”
            “Oh, okay. What branch?”
            “Um…he was more of a Special Forces soldier. Classified stuff.”
            “Wow. That’s intense.”
            “And Korbin wants to do that?”
            “He’s not sure exactly. He wants to do something in the career field. What about your parents?”
            “My dad’s a mechanic and my mom’s a waitress. We’ve never had money, but it didn’t bother me. We got by.”
            “I’d like to meet your family sometime. They sound pleasant.”
            “Well, maybe one day you will. What about your adoptive parents? What do they do?”
            “Well, mom doesn’t work. She raised us. She and my real mother were best friends since they were kids. Dad is CEO of a company.”
            “So they are rich.” Van smiled.
            “I don’t like to advertise it, but, yes. They are well off.” They reached the city and found a parking spot. Van helped Claire out of the car and they walked down the sidewalk. They saw paparazzi flashes their cameras at some stars in a car.
            “Is that…?” Van shook his head.
            “Yeah. I just don’t understand the whole hype about those books.”
            “What? The Twilight series?”
            “Yeah. I mean, do girls really want a sparkly vampire?” Claire laughed. “Those vampires just aren’t how they are supposed to be.”
            “I don’t know, but I read the books. They weren’t bad. My sister is a fanatic, though.” Claire laughed. “She loves those books.”
            “Do you like them?”
            “They’re not bad. I don’t particularly like Bella. She’s a little annoying for my taste and she’s not a strong female character. I think women should be strong.”
            “And Edward?” Claire smiled.
            “He’s…not bad. I don’t want to make you jealous.” Van laughed.
            “Me jealous of a fictional vampire? Never. Is that how you’d envision vampires, if they existed?”
            “Probably not. I mean, for something to drink human blood, they’d have to be…mean, right?”
            “So, you think they have no soul?”
            “No. I just think they can’t help themselves. I mean, if there was a buffet of gourmet foods, it’d be hard for me not to dig in. I just think, if vampires existed, it would be very hard for them to control their appetites since humans are basically walking buffets.”
            “What if vampires did exist?”
            “Hypothetically speaking?”
            “Yeah. Would you be afraid?” Claire thought about it.
            “I don’t know. I wouldn’t be filled with fear. I’d find it fascinating, personally. You?”
            “I’d…be cautious.” They arrived at the restaurant and Van said a name to the hostess. They were seated immediately. The restaurant was elegant and lit with candles. Claire looked around in awe. Van smiled as he watched her and pushed her seat in for her. He took a seat across from her. “This lighting makes you look stunning.” Van saw the blood rush to her cheeks.
            “I’ve never been to any place this expensive. I feel underdressed.” Van smiled.
            “Nonsense. You look better than every other woman in here.” They were given menus and Claire couldn’t believe the prices of the meals. The menus were in a different language, too. “Would you like some assistance?” She looked up at Van, who was smiling.
            “What’s good here?”
            “Everything, but I’ll order you something that is spectacular.” The waiter came and Van ordered for the two of them. “Also, could you bring a glass of your special red wine, please?” The waiter nodded. Van looked at Claire. “Would you like anything to drink?”
            “I’m not twenty-one.”
            “It’s okay.” He turned back to the waiter and ordered a light white wine for her. The waiter turned and left, and Van turned his attention back to his date. Claire had her eyebrows raised. “My dad has connections.”
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Posted by on January 23, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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VSS Part 2

            The first week of classes went by smoothly for Van. He had realized that he was more advanced in his subjects than his classmates. Maybe it was his lack of socializing or just the fact that he loved literature. He was a nerd, in that sense.
            Korbin was gone for the weekend so Van had the room to himself. He enjoyed the peacefulness that accompanied the absence of his brother. Usually he spent the whole time reading his favorite classics.
            Saturday afternoon, Van was sitting under the shade of a tree in a park on campus reading one of his novels. He looked over across the park when he heard several girls laughing. He recognized one the girls to be Claire. There were five girls and they were sitting on blankets, talking. Some of them were sunbathing while others were painting their nails. Van was only looking at Claire, her smile brightening her face more than the sun ever could.
            Her cheeks formed half-moons when she smiled. Her eyes glittered like light caught on the sea and her laughter wasn’t as high as her friends.
            Van stared at her for a few moments and then shook his head.
            What are you doing, Van? What are you thinking? This is a human girl. A human! Are you crazy?
            He looked over at her again, her hair blowing away from her face by the wind.
            “I am crazy.”
            The next day Van was studying in the library. Korbin had come back early that day with his girlfriend. Van tried to avoid the room as much as possible when they were in it. His phone, which was sitting on the table, kept distracting him from his reading. He finally set his book down and picked up the phone to dial the number that he couldn’t get off his mind.
            “Hey, it’s Van.”
            “Oh, Hey!”
            “I was just wondering what you were up to.”
            “I am studying outside in the park. It’s a beautiful day! Wanna join me?”
            “Um, no thanks. Too much sun gives me a headache. I’m in the library. Want to join me?”
            “Sure! I’ll see ya in a few!” click. Van put his phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath. A few minutes later he saw Claire walk into the library and waved her over. She was smiling as she walked toward him. She set her bag down and sat across from him. “Hey, poet boy, what are you working on today?” Van smiled and turned the book he was reading around for her to see. “You’re a Stephen King fan?”
            “I guess not.”
            “I enjoy reading all sorts of books. You?”
            “Only certain kinds.”
            “And what would those be?” Claire leaned forward slightly.
            “Don’t tell anyone, because I’m not a fanatic, but I enjoy reading fantasy romance, specifically ones about vampires and werewolves.” Van sucked in his breath for a few seconds. “Do you think that’s childish?” Van shook his head.
            “No. Lots of women enjoy those kinds of books. I’ve read a few just to see what is so intriguing about them, but they’re not-” Van cut himself off, because he was going to say that they weren’t very accurate. “what I expected.” Claire snickered.
            “Most men don’t know what romance novels consist of.”
            “Is that how women wish their lives were?”
            “Like a vampire romance novel? Sometimes.”
            “Do you?” His intense eyes studied her as she thought over an answer. Before she could say anything, however, Korbin walked up to their table.
            “May I talk with you?” Van looked up at his brother and then followed him outside. Once outside, Korbin turned on his brother. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
            “She’s human, Van! Human!”
            “I know that.”
            “Oh, yeah? And you just don’t care?” Korbin shook his head as he turned his back to Van. He walked a few feet away and then stopped and faced him again. “Keep it up and you’ll turn her into one of us. And when that happens, she will hate you.” He turned and walked away, leaving Van alone.
            Van slowly walked back into the library and sat down across from Claire.
            “Are you alright?” Van rubbed his forehead.
            “Yeah.” Claire crinkled her forehead.
            “Are you sure? Anything I can do?” Van smirked and looked at her. So innocent.
            “No. Thanks, though. Where were we?” Claire smiled.
            “Well, you asked me if I wanted my life to be like a romance novel.”
            “A fantasy romance novel. More specifically, vampire.” Claire laughed and a few people looked over at their table. She lowered her voice and leaned toward Van.
            “Well, I probably wouldn’t mind if it’s anything like in the books, but it would conflict with my dream of becoming a pediatrician. You know, the whole drinking blood and having living patients would prove a problem.”
            “Of course.”
            “Of course.” Claire smiled. “What about you? Would you ever consider being a vampire if it were possible?”
            “If I had the choice, I would prefer to stay human.”
            “Really? That’s not fun. You wouldn’t even want to be a werewolf or warlock?” Van shook his head.
            “Werewolves are too hairy and warlocks usually live alone.” Claire laughed.
            “You are a funny guy, Van. So, you’d be human? Nothing special?”
            “Humans are special. I think they are underestimated, really.” Claire raised her eyebrows.
            “You are strange.” Claire looked around the library. There were only a few people in there because of the nice weather.
            “Claire,” she looked at Van, “do you want to do something this weekend?” She looked into his eyes and smiled.
            “I would love that. What do you have in mind?” Van smirked.
            “I want to surprise you.” Claire laughed.
            “I should have known you’d want to surprise me.” She stood up and grabbed her backpack. “So Friday at seven? See ya then.” She turned and walked out of the library. Van gathered his things up in his arms and headed to his room, hoping his brother wasn’t there. Unfortunately, he was.
            Van set his bag down by his bed and sat down at his computer, turning it on. Korbin had been reading a magazine on his bed, but upon seeing Van, sat up and put his magazine aside. Van didn’t even look at his brother but just held up his hand.
            “No, Korbin, I don’t want to hear it. I’m taking Claire out on a date Friday night, and you’re not talking me out of it.”
            “Van, I’m not trying to sound like dad or anything, but is this really what you want? Have you thought this through completely?” Van turned to face Korbin.
            “Yes, I have.”
            “Okay. Then, I’ll leave you alone. I don’t have anything against Claire. I mean, she is quite stunning, but you’re okay with turning her into a vampire?” Van didn’t reply. “That’s what I thought. Van, you can’t fall in love with her and keep her human. It doesn’t work like that.”
            “I know! I know.” Van put his head in his hands and grabbed his hair. “I don’t know what to do.”
            “Do you like her?”
            “Yeah. She’s funny, unique, beautiful, and I think she likes me. She always has this cute little smile that lights up her face. And she makes me happy.”
            “Then you need to tell her the truth.”
            “And if she rejects what I am?”
            “Then you have to let her go.”
            “What if she still likes me, but doesn’t want to become a vamp herself?”
            “Then you need to let her go. Van, if you love her, then you will do whatever makes her happy.” Van sighed heavily. They were silent for several minutes.
            “Korb, what if a cure could be found?” Korbin shook his head and picked his magazine back up.
            “No, Van. Don’t even go there. We’ve been over this.”
            “But, if I found a cure, Korb, I could be with Claire. Don’t you see?” Korbin set down his magazine.
            “No, Van! I don’t see! Why can’t you just accept what you are? Why can’t you like it? What is so wrong with us, Van? Huh?” Van didn’t say anything. “Forget it. You wanna go look for some cure that may not even exist? Go right ahead.”
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Posted by on January 15, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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Vampire Short Story (VSS) Part 1

So, I have had this story for a while, but have resisted doing anything with it. I think I will try to finish it and just make it into a short story. I plan on putting it as a free e-book once I finish. I thought I could post it here as well. I don’t have a title yet. I am always open to suggestions about my writing and even a title. 🙂

Let me just say this; I did not plan on writing a vampire story. It just happened. I do not try to be a vampire girl/fan. Sometimes stories come to us, whether we like it or not, but my job as a writer is precisely that: to write. So I wrote this down. Let me know what you think throughout the process. -BMG

             Van looked over his class schedule for the tenth time. His older brother, Korbin, who laid on his bed throwing a ball into the air, looked over at him.
            “Would you stop that?! Why are you so damn nervous?”
            “Why aren’t you?” Korbin sat up and looked at his brother across the room. The two brothers were vastly different in appearance and personality. Korbin, the older and bigger of the two, would intimidate anyone with his size and strength. He put most of the football players to shame. He was tall with dark brown hair that he kept cut short. Van, who wasn’t scrawny, wasn’t nearly as large as his brother. He worked out, but next to his brother he looked small. He wasn’t as tall as Korbin, but he walked straighter. His hair was the same dark brown but longer. He often pushed his hair back throughout the day. Van had a cautious attitude, whereas Korbin was very relaxed. Van, probably the more serious of the two, was so only because he didn’t have many close friends. Korbin had his girlfriend.
            “Because everything’s going to be alright and, if it isn’t, we can just leave. Just relax and try to have some fun, okay?”
            “Easy for you to say.” Korbin shook his head as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a bag of crimson liquid. He threw it to Van.
            “Here. It’ll make you ease up a bit.” He tossed a straw at Van and sat back down. Van punctured the bag and took a few sips of blood. It cleared his head a little and he felt less tense.
            “Uh-huh. Just remember we have each other’s backs. Everything’s going to be okay.” Van nodded as he drank some more.
            “I hope so.”
            Classes started bright and early the next morning. Van and Korbin had different schedules. Van was double majoring in creative writing and literature. Korbin was majoring in criminal justice with a minor in psychology. Van started up a hill to his first class. Their college was in the mountains, which they preferred and one of the reasons they chose that school. It was in a small town in the mountains and only around two thousand students attended. It was a beautiful campus, covered in old trees and rolling green hills.
            It was especially beautiful this time of year when the leaves changed from emerald-green to sunset orange to blood-red. Van loved when the leaves were red. He felt like he was in another world: a world he didn’t have to hide in. Van wasn’t nervous about his classes. He had studied his whole life and had become a nerd in that sense. He loved reading everything from encyclopedias to science fiction. He was nervous about the interaction with his classmates. He had always dreamt of having close friends, but knew it was impossible.
            Van sighed as he sat down on a bench and pulled out a book he had been reading. He started from the page that he marked and relaxed as he waited for his next class. After several minutes he sighed again and set his book down. He looked at his watch.
Van went to grab his backpack when one of the shoulder straps broke, sending his books everywhere.
            “Shit!” He knelt to pick them up when a hand, holding one of his novels, held it out to him. He looked up into two crystal blue eyes like the sky on a cloudless day. A girl with long light brown hair stared at him with a big smile.
            “Walt Whitman, huh? What class is this for?” Her smile made her face glow and her skin was rosy with color.
            “It’s not.” She raised her eyebrows as Van took the book from her hand and gathered the rest in his arms. He stood up at the same time she did and was once again entranced by her eyes.
            “So you enjoy poetry?” He nodded. “Cool. Maybe sometime you can help me understand it, then.” She put out her hand. “I’m Claire.” Van awkwardly tried to shuffle his books to one hand as Claire giggled. “Here, let me help.” She took half of his books and held out her hand again. Van took it.
            “Van.” She smiled.
            “Hi, Van. Where are we taking these?” He turned and pointed down the hill.
            “Martin Hall.”
            “Ah, the jock dorm.” They started walking down the hill together. “Do you play any sports?”
            “No. I was just unfortunately placed in the dorm.” Claire giggled again. “You?” She shook her head.
            “I’m too busy, but I do enjoy the occasional tennis match when I have the time.”
            “Tennis, huh? My dad tried to teach me a thing or two about tennis.”
            “Oh, yeah?”
            “Yeah, like hit the ball into the court.” She giggled and Van smiled.
            “Well, I’ll have to see your moves sometime on the court.”
            “I’m not that good.”
            “That’s okay. Maybe we can trade lessons. I’ll teach you tennis and you can teach me poetry. How does that sound?”
            “Sounds good.”
            “So, are you an English major or you just like to overload your backpack with literature?” Van laughed.
            “Yeah, I’m a creative writing and literature major. Yourself?”
            “Biology and pre-med.”
            “Wow. Tough major.” She shrugged.
            “It’s a lot of work, but it’s what I want to do.”
            “What kind of doctor do you want to become?”
            “Pediatrician. I love kids.” Van opened the building door for her and they both walked into Martin Hall. He led her down the stairs and some hallways to his room. “What year are you?”
            “First year.”
            “Me too.” He opened his door and walked into his room. He dropped his books onto his bed and she did the same. Korbin, his arm around Nyx lying on his bed, sat up a little. Van turned around.
            “Uh, Claire, this is my brother, Korbin. Korbin, this is Claire. That’s Korbin’s girlfriend, Nyx.” She smiled at them.
            “Nice to meet you.” Korbin, his face perplexed, just nodded once. Nyx waved. Van didn’t waste any time in leading the way out of his dorm. Outside again, he stopped walking.
            “Thanks for helping me.”
            “No problem. How come I haven’t seen you before?” Van shrugged.
            “I guess English and science majors don’t cross paths often.”
            “We’ll just have to change that, then, won’t we?” She smiled as she took his hand and pulled a pen out of her pocket. She wrote a row of numbers on his pale arm. “Call me sometime.” She let go of his arm and walked away. “See ya around…Van.”
            Van stood there several minutes after she had left, his head buzzing. He had never felt that way around a girl before, especially a human girl. She made him laugh and smile and feel like a thousand lightning bolts went off inside him. He looked at the number on his arm and then walked back inside. 
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Posted by on January 12, 2013 in Vampire Short Story, Writing


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