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Authors: Melissa Brodsky
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was a dirty, dirty girl. Don’t let anyone fool you; vampires need to take showers too. Not as badly as, say, Werewolves or some other type of shifters but we got that not so fresh feeling as often as humans.
Once I was cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable, I decided to sit in front of my computer again to see if I couldn’t get my word count up for my work in progress. I forced myself to take some deep breaths; Vampires don’t breathe, we’re basically dead. Inhaled. Exhaled. More as a relaxation technique than for actual air in lungs. Closed my eyes and tried to summon my muse, imploring her to come forward with heartfelt yet somewhat raunchy dialogue. I waited and listened, I beckoned her to come whisper her sweet nothings into my ear so that I could document them forever in my book.
Yeah, I got nothing. No voices or whispers from my muse. There was even nothing from any chatty spirits that seem to like to hold conversations with me. They had all, apparently, taken the day off. I stared at my computer monitor for a few more minutes before I gave up for the day.
An urge to indulge in a nice glass of red wine struck me so I wandered over to my kitchen where I had a well-stocked and very expensive wine selection. I chose a bottle of Chianti, a less costly, Trader Joes brand. Why waste an expensive bottle when I’m just drinking alone. As an after-thought, I grabbed a bag of blood from my fridge, it was after sundown, my hunger was starting to surface and I definitely did not feel like going hunting tonight. It was a stay-at-home kind of night, perfect for curling up with a good book and a glass of wine.
I took my evening supplies and meandered into my bedroom. Placing my goods on my nightstand, I grabbed my cellphone to check for any missed calls or texts. The contraption had been unnaturally quiet these last few hours and I wondered if I had turned the ringer off because it was so unlike my phone to not be alerting me constantly. Not saying I was popular, I just seemed to receive a lot of incomings…texts, emails and phone calls. It probably had something to do with my chosen profession.
I pushed the power button, it was dead. I sighed, I hated being without my cell. It made me feel so disconnected. And considering I had given up my land line because I never used it, it made a dead cell phone even more devastating.
Leaving my wine and book poised next to my bed, ready and waiting, I ran around my condo looking for my charger. I could have sworn the last place I saw it was in the kitchen. Or was it my purse. I checked both. From the depths of my way-too-big Louis Vuitton bag, I fished out the certified Apple product iPhone cord. Problem was; I couldn’t locate the stinking wall piece anywhere. It wasn’t in any of the usual wall plugs. I felt like screaming; I really didn’t want to have to sit in my car and wait for my phone to charge but that seemed like the only choice I had.
With my phone and cord in hand, I took one last sweep around my condo before heading to the garage where I’d be camping out until my phone is reincarnated. One would think that vampires wouldn’t need their phones, right? We should be able to use some sort of telepathy or something for communication. Well, not so much. I’m sure there are some really old vamps that were practiced in long distance mind calls. But, being the young’un that I was, I didn’t have that skill yet.
In human years, I was 34. In vampire years, 34 too. Remember, I was a birthed vampire like my father, not a ‘made’ one like my mother. Physically I stopped aging at twenty-one which was completely fine by me. Some stopped aging younger, they’d forever look like a teenager which is way to young looking to live for eternity. Looking in my twenties, however, I’ll always be old enough for everything I needed to be old enough for.
When there was enough battery life to appease me, I ran back into the house just as all sorts of message
Once I was cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable, I decided to sit in front of my computer again to see if I couldn’t get my word count up for my work in progress. I forced myself to take some deep breaths; Vampires don’t breathe, we’re basically dead. Inhaled. Exhaled. More as a relaxation technique than for actual air in lungs. Closed my eyes and tried to summon my muse, imploring her to come forward with heartfelt yet somewhat raunchy dialogue. I waited and listened, I beckoned her to come whisper her sweet nothings into my ear so that I could document them forever in my book.
Yeah, I got nothing. No voices or whispers from my muse. There was even nothing from any chatty spirits that seem to like to hold conversations with me. They had all, apparently, taken the day off. I stared at my computer monitor for a few more minutes before I gave up for the day.
An urge to indulge in a nice glass of red wine struck me so I wandered over to my kitchen where I had a well-stocked and very expensive wine selection. I chose a bottle of Chianti, a less costly, Trader Joes brand. Why waste an expensive bottle when I’m just drinking alone. As an after-thought, I grabbed a bag of blood from my fridge, it was after sundown, my hunger was starting to surface and I definitely did not feel like going hunting tonight. It was a stay-at-home kind of night, perfect for curling up with a good book and a glass of wine.
I took my evening supplies and meandered into my bedroom. Placing my goods on my nightstand, I grabbed my cellphone to check for any missed calls or texts. The contraption had been unnaturally quiet these last few hours and I wondered if I had turned the ringer off because it was so unlike my phone to not be alerting me constantly. Not saying I was popular, I just seemed to receive a lot of incomings…texts, emails and phone calls. It probably had something to do with my chosen profession.
I pushed the power button, it was dead. I sighed, I hated being without my cell. It made me feel so disconnected. And considering I had given up my land line because I never used it, it made a dead cell phone even more devastating.
Leaving my wine and book poised next to my bed, ready and waiting, I ran around my condo looking for my charger. I could have sworn the last place I saw it was in the kitchen. Or was it my purse. I checked both. From the depths of my way-too-big Louis Vuitton bag, I fished out the certified Apple product iPhone cord. Problem was; I couldn’t locate the stinking wall piece anywhere. It wasn’t in any of the usual wall plugs. I felt like screaming; I really didn’t want to have to sit in my car and wait for my phone to charge but that seemed like the only choice I had.
With my phone and cord in hand, I took one last sweep around my condo before heading to the garage where I’d be camping out until my phone is reincarnated. One would think that vampires wouldn’t need their phones, right? We should be able to use some sort of telepathy or something for communication. Well, not so much. I’m sure there are some really old vamps that were practiced in long distance mind calls. But, being the young’un that I was, I didn’t have that skill yet.
In human years, I was 34. In vampire years, 34 too. Remember, I was a birthed vampire like my father, not a ‘made’ one like my mother. Physically I stopped aging at twenty-one which was completely fine by me. Some stopped aging younger, they’d forever look like a teenager which is way to young looking to live for eternity. Looking in my twenties, however, I’ll always be old enough for everything I needed to be old enough for.
When there was enough battery life to appease me, I ran back into the house just as all sorts of message