The Week I Was A Vampire

The Week I Was A
Vampire

Brittney Dussault

This book is a work of fiction.  The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination, and are intended to be fictitious.  Yes, the author does draw their inspiration from real life, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that vampires, werewolves, and such are real. 

Any resemblance to actual events or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  Unless you’re my brother Kyle.  Him being the inspiration for Kyle the Werewolf was 100% intentional.  He never reads my books, though, so he’ll never know.

THE WEEK I WAS A VAMPIRE Copyright © 2013 by Brittney Dussault.

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The Week I Was A
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Sunday Night

The Road To Hell

Sunday night, and Jude Carstairs was on her way to a party.  She was pretty sure she was going to hell for this.  In the passenger seat, rocking away to the blaring music on the radio that sounded more like white noise than anything, sat Lux, her long violet hair tied in two braids.  With her multi-colored headband, fringe adorned jacket, and standard scuffed combat boots, Jude’s best friend looked like a punk Princess Tiger Lily, a comparison that made the girl laugh when Jude told her.

             
“Only you, Judy,” Lux sang before launching back into the riveting discussion they’d been having before they’d left Jude’s house earlier in the evening.

             
“If you dyed your hair red,” Jude started to say, but Lux cut her off.

             
“Only natural redheads turn into vampires when they die,” Lux said.  “Gosh.  Did you not read that essay I sent you?”

             
The look on Jude’s face said it all, and even if it hadn’t, both girls knew Jude never read any of the books or essays Lux sent her on vampire lore.  Simply put, it wasn’t her cup of tea, while Lux would, if she could, mainline the stuff straight into her system.  Assuming, of course, she hadn’t already.

             
“That doesn’t seem fair, though,” Jude mused as she turned onto a long and narrow road that sliced through the forest.  Towering trees grew dense on either side, huddling close for warmth as January’s chill swept through the town.  Her silver Volvo kicked up gravel and she slowed to a speed that had Lux rolling her eyes.

             
“Judith Carstairs,” she said. “World’s Slowest Driver.”

             
“I prefer safest,” Jude said.  “And you didn’t answer my question.”

             
“Because you didn’t ask one,” Lux said.  “You did, however, make a fairly neat observation.  Maybe there’s a way for redheads to die without becoming vampires.  Or maybe they just step into the sun or stake themselves.”

             
“So they die twice.”

             
“Exactly,” Lux said, purple braids swishing as she bobbed her head in time to the music.  She’d cranked the volume significantly lower so they could talk easily, but a staticky, trancelike music was still filling Jude’s car.  If she wasn’t used to Lux’s strange taste in music, she’d have been officially creeped out by now.

             
“I think they should get to choose,” Jude said.  “I think they should be allowed a transition period, where they can either transition into a vampire, or go back to being human.”

             
“Or in their case,” Lux said, “go back to being dead.”

             
Jude nodded and slowed further, pulling in behind a rusty red pickup truck before turning off the car and with it, Lux’s music.

             
“It just seems unfair,” Jude said, “that some people who are turned into vampires don’t get a say in it.  Theoretically, of course.”

             
Beside her, Lux groaned and her head thumped against the dashboard.

             
“One day, Jude,” she said, “you’re going to believe me when I say vampires are real.”

             
Unbuckling her seatbelt, Jude zipped up her brown winter jacket and made sure her scarf was snug around her neck before opening the car door.

             
“Show me a vampire, Lux,” she said, “and I’ll believe you.”

             
Lux followed as Jude stepped from the car, the two girls weaving their way through a hodgepodge of awkwardly parked cars.  The music from inside the lake house could be heard loud and clear outside and Jude tugged out a packet of earplugs long before they reached the door.

             
“I know it’s a hardship to come down off Mount Olympus and mingle with mere mortals,” Lux said as she started to peel of her jacket, revealing the Aztec patterned leggings and loose top she’d worn to dance class earlier that day, “but at

least pretend to have fun, okay?  I know it’s your birthday tomorrow and this is not how you want to spend your last night as a juvenile, but this is our senior year and we need to have fun.”

              “I’m all for fun,” Jude said as they stepped through the door and joined the crowd of partying teenagers.  “I just prefer my fun to be of the legal variety.”

             
Lux sighed in defeat before handing over her jacket to Jude, who was always put on coat duty at parties.

             
“Have fun,” Lux said, “and don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”

             
“Take your own advice,” Jude said before shooing her friend away as she removed her own scarf and jacket.

             
Outerwear slung over her arm, Jude navigated her way through the familiar lake house that acted as a small snack shop and game room during the summer, but was party central this time of year. 

            
 
Perks of being the owner’s so
n
, Jude supposed as she found her usual spot, blessedly vacant, and settled into the window seat.

             
It was chilly on the outskirts of the crowd, but Jude was used to sitting by windows this time of year, and had the forethought to wear a warm, dark sweater.  Last time, she’d made the grave error of wearing something baby pink and ended up sporting a few questionable stains, so this time, she’d thought ahead.  Dark clothing, head to toe, and her snow boots had hard plastic covering the toes.  Paired with the large book she was reading, Jude gave off the perfect anti-party vibe that was tried and true when it came to getting people to leave her alone.  Or well, at least most people.

            
 
He must be new
,
Jude thought as she spotted an unfamiliar brunette boy making his way through the crowd, eyes locked on the vacant space beside her.  She started praying he’d trip and fall, or that Sheila Olsen, from gym, would intercept him and get him to dance.  While Sheila played into dumb blonde jokes, there was no denying the girl knew how to get what she wanted and she had a predilection for dancing with strange guys at parties.  If the newcomer didn’t qualify as a stranger, Jude’s ship was sunk and her private retreat would soon be under invasion.

             
“Baby!” shrieked a familiar voice and Jude watched with barely subdued glee as Sheila wrapped her arms around the dark haired boy and tried to sway with him.  She was saying something, but thanks to the club music blaring at a level that should’ve blown a speaker, Jude couldn’t hear what new story Sheila was weaving to convince the newcomer to dance with her.

             
Had Jude not watched it happen, she never would’ve believed someone turned down a dance with Sheila, but low and behold, it happened.  The boy said something to Sheila, whose face went strangely vacant for a moment, before she nodded her head and released him, stepping away and finding someone else to dance with.  Jude watched the exchange slack jawed, which is how the newcomer found her.

             
“Is this spot taken?” he asked and now that he was standing much closer, Jude could detect the slightest trace of an accent.  British, perhaps?

             
“Um,” she spluttered, trying to figure out a polite way to tell him to keep away from her sanctuary, while also wanting to figure out what he’d said to Sheila. 

             
“No,” she said and gestured to the empty half of the window seat.  “Please, sit.”

             
The boy
-
no, guy
,
she mentally amended, because there was nothing boyish about him up close- smiled gratefully before settling beside her.  The window seat had been small to begin with, usually the perfect size for the petite Jude, so the strange duo were forced to sit with their knees touching as they watched the other partygoers.

             
“I’m Daniel-”

             
“Are you new here?”

             
They spoke at the same time and while Jude blushed, Daniel simply laughed.

             
“I’m Daniel Ward,” he said, “and yes, I’m new.  My family and I just moved here from the city.”

             
“But your accent,” Jude said and Daniel smiled, a dazzling sight to behold as his dark brown eyes lit up.

             
“Originally from England,” he said.  “London, actually, but I haven’t been there in a long time.  I’m surprised my accent has survived.”

             
“Just a bit,” Jude said.  “You don’t mind if I ask why you moved from the city?  I mean, don’t get me wrong, Holden is a great town, but I doubt it compares to the city.”

             
“I like it,” Daniel said.  “I’ve never been much for big cities.  My sister, however, is having a hard time adjusting.”

             
“How old is she?” Jude asked, wondering if Daniel was older or younger.  If older, by how much?  She was turning eighteen tomorrow and while that meant she was legal, she didn’t want to start off her first foray into adulthood by dating someone too much older than herself.

            
 
And now I’m thinking like Lux
,
she thought.
 
Great.  Just great.

            
 
“Sixteen,” Daniel said.  “She’s around here somewhere.”

             
“Sixteen?” Jude said.  “Isn’t that a little young for a party like this?”

             
Beside her, Daniel shrugged.

             
“I couldn’t convince her not to come,” he said.  “Being homeschooled like she is, she feels she lacks a social life.  I’m just thankful she didn’t protest when I said I’d be going with her, even if parties aren’t my cup of tea.”

             
Jude smiled at his expression before waving to Lux who stood on the other side of the room dancing with a baseball player.

             
“My friend thinks I need a social life,” Jude said, “which is why I’m here.  Also, she needs someone to keep an eye on her things.”  She gestured to the fringed jacket sitting in her lap and Daniel frowned at it.

             
“That’s a jacket?” he said.  “Did she raid an old Western film?”

             
Jude laughed and shook her head.

             
“No,” she said, “although, I will let her know you said that.  I called her a punk Princess Tiger Lily earlier.”

             
When Daniel frowned, she pointed Lux out to him and watched understanding flood his face.

             
“I see what you mean,” he said.  “Now I’m curious; is that a wig she’s wearing?”

             
“Nope,” Jude said.  “She’s been dying her hair ever since middle school.  I think she’s naturally blonde, but I couldn’t be sure.  It’s been years since I’ve seen her natural hair color.”

             
“And yours?” Daniel asked, catching a fiery red curl between his fingers.

             
Jude’s hair was wavy, not from any particular styling she did, but because she was always twisting it up into a bun she kept in place with a pencil.  Lux had stolen her pencil earlier in the evening, hence her hair was hanging loose down her back tonight.  She couldn’t object too much, since it provided a thick curtain to hide behind, but now, with Daniel twirling a lock of her hair around his finger, she found herself wishing it were up.

             
“Um, yes,” she said and when Daniel looked imploringly at her, she realized she hadn’t given an actual answer.  “All mine.  All natural.  I’m too much of a coward to dye my hair.”

             
“Or you just appreciate a good thing when you have it.”  His expression darkened for a moment and Jude pulled away, extricating her hair from his grasp.  Daniel apologized, promising he wasn’t normally so forward with strangers, which prompted a very Lux-like comment to slip out of Jude.

             
“I’m Jude Carstairs,” she said and held out her hand.  When Daniel shook it, she smiled.  “Now we’re not strangers.”

             
“A pleasure to meet you, Jude,” said Daniel with a quirk of his lips.  He was looking at Jude in a way that made her feel like she was missing something and with a nervous laugh, she called him on it.

             
“Don’t tell me I have something on my face,” she said and Daniel assured her she didn’t.

             
“Jude isn’t a name you hear often,” he explained, “least of all for a girl.”

             
Jude nodded and gnawed on her lower lip when the look on Daniel’s face was clearly prompting for a backstory.