Vampires Romance to Rippers an Anthology of Tasty Stories

by D'Noire, Scarlette

  “Well, if you feel that way, then why are you looking in the mirror?” Rebecca rolled her eyes, slipped the lip-gloss brush and pot filled with red, strawberry-tasting liquid back in her purse, and headed for the door.

  “I’m not trying to be perfect,” the woman said, staring at the back of Rebecca’s head. “My beauty comes naturally. Your need to be perfect, despite the fact that you are not, is imposing on other people’s ability to be comfortable with themselves and I find it very, very rude.” The woman’s face looked like stone, but there was a small smirk that formed at the corner of her mouth.

  Rebecca wrinkled her nose at the woman’s strange remark. Freak, she muttered in her head. The woman’s nostrils flared, and in the second it took Rebecca to take another step toward the door, the woman was standing right in front of her.

  “I really despise rudeness,” the woman said, tilting her head to the right. “Well, you won’t be a waste. I’m starving anyway.”

  In a moment that seemed to defy time itself, the woman grabbed Rebecca by the neck and sunk her teeth into a juicy vein lying right on the neck’s surface. When her teeth punctured the flesh, she could feel Rebecca’s butter-soft neck break with ease under the skin. Her blood was remarkably sweet and clean. The woman knew that the girl must have been taking very good care of her body. No drugs or cigarettes and very little alcohol. She gradually released her grip on Rebecca’s neck when she felt the pulse slowly die in the rock hard palm of her hands. Rebecca collapsed on the floor like a heap of dirty laundry. She had no time to scream or cry for help and the woman felt lucky. She could enjoy her meal in peace. The only sound anyone would remember hearing was the clicking of her heels against the tile as she walked out of the bathroom. She glided gracefully through the store and disappeared into the hot night air.

  ~ ~ * ~ ~

  Dana’s tambourine-like ringtone blared in her ear as she slept comfortably in her bed. She wiped her eyes and stuck her head out over the bed to see the clock: It was 12:00 a.m. on a Monday night. Who the hell could be calling me? she thought.

  “Hello?” she said into the phone. Her voice didn’t seem to be adjusting to the night very well.

  “Oh my gosh, Dana? Did you hear about Rebecca?” her friend Tasha said loudly. She said it so loudly, it left her ears tingling. Dana knew it was her friend Tasha because of the extra drama she poured into saying the simple words.

  “No, it’s 12:00 a.m. and I’m trying to get some sleep. What did she do now? Did she steal your wallet instead of your boyfriend this time?” Dana chuckled as she propped herself up against the soft feathered pillows crowning the top of her bed. She could feel the fog fleeing from her brain a little at a time.

  Tasha and Dana had become instant friends since they started working together at Lola. The only possible explanation for their immediate friendship was that maybe the “opposites attract” rule really was true. They enjoyed talking about everything from men to movies. Even though Dana loved horror movies and Tasha loved romantic comedies, they still enjoyed coming together and making fun of the bad movies. They weren’t best friends – that spot was saved for her sister, Ani – but Dana enjoyed every minute of hanging out with her.

  “She’s dead,” Tasha said dryly with her voice trailing off at the end, as if she didn’t believe what came out of her own mouth.

  “Seriously? What happened?” Dana felt a chill run down her spine; she really couldn’t believe that someone who had been the “it” girl for so long was gone. Questions swarmed in her head: When, why, how?

  “I saw it on the news. The cops aren’t releasing what the cause of death was yet. It might be too soon to tell. All the news anchor said was a young woman by the name of Rebecca Thomas was found dead in the bathroom of the Lola Department Store. They said they suspect foul play, but they’re not saying much else.”

  Dana shook her head slowly from side to side in disbelief. Rebecca was the prettiest girl to work at Lola. She made men want to leave their plasma TVs behind on a football Sunday just to get a peek of her. They were always dying to see what cute miniskirt she had on that day. Dana secretly felt jealous of Rebecca many days because of how she constantly got the “perfume girl” shift, which virtually meant doing nothing but spritzing rich women with perfume scents as they drifted along through their expensive shopping trips. After days and days of stocking shelves way too high for her slender arms to reach, the “perfume girl” shift was ideal.

  Rebecca simply used to irritate Dana, but she increased that level to hate when she went out with a young man who had come in the store. He had originally flirted with Dana. Dana spent twenty minutes chatting up the chocolate hunk with dreads when Rebecca sashayed over, batted a few eyelashes, and swept him away to another part of the store without saying a word to her. When Tasha told Dana during their weekly Friday lunch together that the man eventually asked Rebecca out, she realized how much she couldn’t stand the girl. Never in her darkest thoughts, however, did she ever wish for the girl to die. Maybe she wished her to get smacked around a little bit to knock her off of her pedestal, but certainly not to be found dead. Even at the age of 123 years old, but with the charming and youthful look of a twenty-five-year-old, Dana was envious of Rebecca’s beauty. Her long, golden brown hair and bright hazel eyes with full pink lips were enough to send any man over the edge and off a cliff, where he’d never look at another woman again. Dana had given up competing with the beautiful diva a long time ago.

  “I-I just don’t know what to say. I can’t believe it. I mean, you know I didn’t like her, but I would never, ever wish that on her, on anyone. Well, if they said her name over the air, that means her family already knows.” She closed her eyes and laid her head down on the pillow; she was still half asleep, but able to feel a twinge of pain from the young woman’s sudden death. For some reason she got the aching feeling that this death was connected to her. She knew Ani had something to do with Rebecca’s untimely death. The shooting pain that bolted up and down her blood stream told her she was responsible.

  “Yeah, I really feel bad for her family and for her, of course. It seems like it was so sudden. I hope it wasn’t anything brutal. I hope it was something simple and peaceful, like her heart gave out.” Tasha seemed a little too upbeat to Dana.

  “I mean, she would be too young for that but, you know what I mean. I can’t imagine it could have been anything like that because she seemed to be the pillar of health.”

  Tasha’s voice was and borderline frenzied. It was just after midnight on Monday.

  “Yeah, it’s really a shame. I feel bad for them. Um, Tasha, I’m going to go back to bed. I have to be up early in the morning for work, and this is a lot to process, to say the least.”

  “Oh, okay, honey. Well, try to relax and have a good night.”

  Before Dana could say her “goodnight,” the phone line went dead. She really hoped Tasha wasn’t offended, but after a long day of snooty customers, she couldn’t bring herself to conduct such a spirited conversation that time of night. She really did feel a lot of pain for Rebecca as well as her family and the sleepiness was not helping her get her feelings in order. She pulled the covers over her head and let the darkness drag her, full force, into a new world.

  Despite a peaceful sleep, Dana awoke the next morning feeling as if she had hardly slept at all. She dragged herself into the bathroom and stared into the oval mirror. She noticed the bags under her eyes as she pulled lightly on the fleshy folds of skin around them. There wasn’t enough makeup in the world to cover up the dark circles caused by the restless nights behind her.

  Dana showered, dressed, applied her makeup, and swept her hair up into a bun. She held the bun in place with a blue butterfly pin that still had a few sprinkles of glitter left after all the years of use.

  Her mother had given her the pin in 1912. She told her whenever she was sad and felt no one understood what she was going through, she could slip the pin into her hair, and all the problems in her world would go away
. She also said no harm would ever come to her while she wore it. Dana wasn’t so sure about that part, but the beauty of it always warmed her heart. Dana drove to work in a hypnotic haze; she wasn’t sure how she wound up in the Lola Department Store parking lot, but she took a deep breath, grabbed her steaming cup of vanilla coffee, and headed toward the door.

  The store had an icy and lonely feeling that floated casually through the air, wrapping its numbed feelings around everyone. There were hardly any snooty customers wandering about or cackling groups of women strolling through the store. Dana went straight to the employee lounge without looking anyone in the eye. She put her jet-black purse and baby blue coat in her worn down locker. Tasha was sitting at a table, sipping on her hot cup of more-cream-than-coffee. She must have shown up early to work again, Dana thought.

  “So, how is everyone doing?” Dana said, pulling up a chair beside Tasha. She didn’t expect to be engaged in conversation for long.

  “Well, it’s really quiet out there, now anyways. The cops left hours ago, but there is still this nasty sense of death floating around in the air. There are not a lot of customers in here today; I’m going to assume they all saw the news broadcast. I wouldn’t want to shop at this store either. It’s not every day a young woman dies in a department store.”

  “Well, I’m going to go out there and give it my best. I mean, a quiet day is better than a drama-filled one, right? It’s really tragic, but if the store ends up closing because of this, then we’re all in trouble.”

  Tasha shrugged and buried her face back into her steaming cup of coffee. After the slow and lackluster conversation, the day got a whole lot worse. Today of all days, she was on perfume duty and, during the entire time, only one customer passed her counter. The little old lady that had sauntered by was notorious among the store employees for not letting any of the Black or Hispanic workers, like Tasha or Dana, help her. Today was no different. When she spotted Dana, she simply turned her head and kept walking. Why Dana kept working there when she didn’t need to was beyond her. Keeping up a normal appearance was not worth working the job.

  Five o’clock could not have rolled around fast enough. When the short hand reached the five and the long hand landed on the twelve, Dana grabbed all of her belongings from her locker as fast as her arms would let her and nearly sprinted for the door. She didn’t even take the time to say goodbye to Tasha; it would mean she would have to spend a few more seconds in the death trap and she just couldn’t stand to do it. As she gripped the handle of her red 2012 Dodge Avenger, Ani suddenly appeared at her side, sending a sharp jolt up her spine that nearly knocked her over.

  “Why do you always insist on sneaking up on me?” Dana asked, breathing hard. “We need to talk. Get in the car.”

  She knew Ani looked exactly like her, but sometimes the powers of her emerald eyes were overwhelming. When she was at her strongest, they seemed to be bright and beaming like a lighthouse shining over an ocean in the middle of the night. Ani twisted her nose slightly, trying to keep her agitation from spreading across her face. She knew she was going to catch some flak for last night’s little incident.

  “I’m not going to waste any time getting to the point about this because that would be ridiculous. Did you have anything to do with Rebecca’s death?” Dana demanded.

  “Who is Rebecca?” Ani swung her head around and looked out the car window at the orange and yellow leaves barely hanging on the trees that lined the street.

  “Don’t play that game with me. You promised me you would only hunt the people who do wrong, who are evil, remember? Rebecca didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Oh really? What do you call talking behind your back, saying things like: ‘Oh she’d be much prettier if she did something with herself’? What about the time you told me that hunky guy was flirting with you and she took him right from under your nose?”

  Dana straightened up in her seat and refocused on the road as she felt the car drifting over the line. Zeroing in at the back of another car seemed to prevent her anger from building.

  “You know what I’m saying. We agreed on murderers, thieves, rapists, and pimps, not man stealers.”

  “Well, she stole twenty dollars out of your purse one time and you didn’t even see it. Does that count as a thief?” Ani raised one eyebrow and a mischievous smile spread across her face. A subtle glow radiated from her persona, even with all of the clouds hovering in the sky.

  “Did you ever think because we’re twins I could be the one caught for the murder and the little bit of difference between our eyes is simply not enough to convince people we’re not the same person?”

  Dana was not smiling at all. It simply wasn’t funny to her, although her sister didn’t seem to agree. She enjoyed living a low profile lifestyle, but Ani needed to feel an adrenaline rush every now and then. She certainly loved the thrills she got during her bloodiest killings. Drinking blood seemed to get very boring to Ani after a while and she wanted to find some way to spice things up.

  “I wouldn’t let that happen,” Ani said, shaking her head and staring out the window. She had been around a long time and was still amazed at all the changes the world was constantly going through. The invention of the motor car astounded her and now there were little computerized telephones that could be cradled in the fleshy dips of her hands.

  Ani glared out the window as a woman rushed down the street in a short, red skirt and matching tube top. Her hair looked like it would ignite if a cigarette was lit up next to it from all the carbon dioxide that was floating around it. It must have taken a ton of hairspray to hold the blonde tower together. The blonde paced up and down the block. She ranted into a cell phone, complete with annoying hand gestures. Ani could tell this lady really enjoyed her personal drama. Ani was definitely considered a rebel of her time, but it seemed like women just didn’t know how to handle their lives today.

  “Well, whether you think it could happen or not,” Dana continued. “You really need to think of how your actions affect us both.” She swore Ani’s angry gaze could cut a hole through her glass car window. In half a second, Ani turned her head toward Dana. It felt like she was trying to bore a hole in her soul.

  “Your maker will be asking questions soon if any of this gets back to him and from there I have no clue what’ll happen,” Dana said, trying to shake the nervousness from her voice.

  “So, you mean to tell me I’m supposed to go along with draining small animals for blood every damn time I want to eat? Do you know how boring that gets? And the blood is not nearly as sweet. Not to mention I’m hungry all time because small animals don’t have that much blood. It even takes a lot of deer’s blood to fill me up. I’d rather be out chasing a killer and feasting on his blood than an innocent deer. Do you know how difficult this is for me?”

  “No, I don’t know because I don’t need blood, but I understand that you do. Without you, I’m nothing.” Dana’s voice dropped as she hit the last word. She tried to imagine life without her sister, but felt a shock shudder through her body when she realized there would be no life without her.

  “All I’m saying is you can’t keep taking people down like this because they piss you off. These are people, you know. Just because it isn’t your family doesn’t mean they don’t matter. Be more like those vampires everyone likes, you know, like the ones that sparkle in the sun, but still are moody and angry. I love those movies.” Dana shook her head from side to side and laughed.

  “I can’t help thinking about how scared people would be if they knew people like them really existed. I think they’d rather be friends with an alien than hang out with you. I’m sorry. ”

  “Yeah, and we don’t glitter in the sun either, although that’d be a really cool feature,” Ani said, smiling. People loved the vampires that glittered, but she knew they wouldn’t want to see her coming. Dana was relieved that the conversation had gone well. All of her car windows were still whole and she didn’t have any claw marks on her arm. Ani had never
physically attacked her, but with her sister’s temper. Dana secretly wondered if it were possible. They pulled up in front of their apartment and Ani wrinkled her nose again. Dana rolled her eyes at the thought of what could be running through her sister’s mind.

  “What’s wrong now?” Dana asked, tired of dealing with Ani’s diva attitude.

  “You should get out more. You have a boyfriend like once every three years and you’re happy with that? God, I don’t want to think about the last time you had sex.”

  “I like staying indoors and reading, thank you. Plus, I can’t have a man; you’d drain them all.” Dana laughed, but her ego took a shot when she realized it had been four years since she had made love to a man.

  Dana looked at Ani out of the corner of her eye and realized she was dead on. She refused to change her face because Ani was right too much lately.

  A little boy on a bicycle came to a sharp stop in front of their apartment. He was only eight or nine, but he found the two women to be breathtakingly beautiful and was amazed that they looked exactly the same. Both had hypnotizing eyes, but something was different about the one with the beaming, bright green eyes. Her features were sharper, like she was cut out of a block of ice, but she was still pretty. Their dark brown, caramel-colored hair glistened in the sun, although Ani avoided direct sunlight at all cost. No one likes painful and grotesque blisters. Both women were the respectful height of five-foot-ten, and in heels they often reached a towering six feet. Some men found their height intimidating while others couldn’t wait to get them in their beds. Dana was never one to hop in the sack with just anyone, while Ani enjoyed playing the hard-to-get game.