Hunger: A Vampire Novella

by James, M. D.

  “Yes.” It was all I could say.

  “I just killed a vamp..a vam…pire?” Even after seeing it for herself, she was still having trouble coming to grips with it. I knew how she felt.

  “Yes. Adrianna was a vampire,” I confirmed.

  “And you?” she asked.

  I knew she already knew my answer, but I hated confirming it. What if she couldn’t deal with having a vampire boyfriend? After a long silence, I answered her and told her that I was also a vampire.

  “I’ve got to go,” she said, and made her way to the door. I got up quickly to stop her and ask if she was alright, but she yelled at me to not touch her. I watched as she ran out of our dorm, not knowing if I’d ever see her again.

  Garrett and I had to pack up and go home for the semester break. I tried and tried to call Jane, but she had changed her phone number. Every time I visited her sorority house, I was told she wasn’t home.

  I spent the next couple weeks working for my dad and trying to mend my broken heart. I was coming to terms with the fact that I was a vampire, but I couldn’t come to terms with losing Jane. I knew she was better off without me, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

  After the break was over, Garrett stopped by the house to pick me up so we could move back into the dorm. We’d be living in the same unit. I thought it was stupid that they make you move out, just to move back in a few weeks later.

  As we were moving out stuff back in, I heard a knock at the door. “Did you lock yourself out already?” I asked, assuming it was Garrett with his next load of belongings. I was shocked to see Jane standing on the other side of the door as I swung it open. She looked stunning. It was a strong contrast to the tear stained, almost catatonic Jane I was a few weeks earlier. Her face was full of color, and her eyes seemed to light up just by seeing my face. I felt the same way. I didn’t know what to say, though, or why she was here.

  Without saying anything, she stepped into my dorm, and leaned into kiss me. We embraced and kissed passionately for as long as we could each hold our breath. I was alive again. For the first time since meeting Jane, everything was perfect. There was nothing blocking us from spending the rest of our lives together.

  Make sure to check out the sequel,

  available February 2012

  Hunted

  - a vampire novella

  M.D. James

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  As the Snow Falls

  Volume 1

  M.D. James

  Chapter 1

  “Naw. She’s okay.” I half managed to get out as my friends were teasing me about having a crush on April Powders.

  “Yeah, you do! Ohhhh, yeah, you do! Jimmy likes April. Jimmy likes April,” Mikey sang out loud while dancing around our lunch table. I’m not sure how, exactly, I became friends with Mikey. I suppose it’s because we’ve had homeroom together since I can remember. He was very tall for a thirteen year old and built like a lumber-jack. And, like you’d assume from looking at him, he had absolutely no manners. He didn’t even care if there were girls around when he needed to pass gas, or shoot a booger out of his nose. And, he certainly didn’t mind embarrassing me in front of April Powders.

  I was quickly turning beet red, and wanted to die.

  April was a girl that I sat next to each day in my English Literature and Biology classes. She had curly, brown hair and it always smelled like roses. She was our class President, and my lab partner in Biology. The truth was, I did have a bit of a crush on her, but I’d never tell Mikey that. No need to give him more ammunition to use on me later. It was always so hard to concentrate on the Biology lesson when I was sitting next to April. I was magically transported into the wishful thinking of my mind by the lovely, clean scent of April’s hair. I would get so nervous, though, that I had to constantly wipe the palms of my hands on my pants in class. They would sweat so much when I was around her. I mean, they would sweat a lot…so much so, that I felt like a sweat factory in Biology! I probably left class everyday with pit stains under my arms too. I’m sure she thinks I’m a complete and utter idiot. Being thirteen and in high school was hard to figure out. As a teen and high-schooler, I’m supposed to hit on girls every chance I get and try to get dates or more from them…but, just last year I would get made fun of if I even had a crush on a girl, or a girl had a crush on me. I never really knew what to do, and Mikey seemed to know that and pounced on me every chance he got. Unfortunately, for me, he got a lot of chances. I mean A LOT!

  “Aww…leave him alone, Mike,” My best friend, Connor, interjected. “Can’t ya see he’s embarrassed?”

  Connor was everything I wish I was. He was taller than me…standing at five foot nine inches. He was athletic and toned. He did have brown hair, and hazel eyes like me, but also kind-of a crooked smile that seemed to make girls swoon. He was the kind of guy that was smart, funny, witty, goofy, and outgoing. I felt very lucky that I had him as my best friend. You could tell Connor anything and know your secrets were safe with him. He was completely trust-worthy, and we had been friends since I was 9. That’s when he stopped a bully from beating my face to a bloody stump. I know he was just trying to protect me this time too, but Mikey was hard to reel in when he knew he was getting under your skin.

  Just as Mikey was about to start in again, and likely embarrass me to even greater depths than before, the school bell loudly rang.

  RRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG….

  Lunch was over.

  I exhaled a huge sigh of relief, as I picked up my trash and partially eaten sandwich and tossed them in the fly ridden trash can. I missed while trying to shoot the balled up wrapper into the can, as if it’s a basketball. I quickly looked around to make sure Mikey didn’t see my failure, and it seemed that I was in the clear for once. Now, I just had to make it through the rest of my day.

  Connor and I told Mikey we would see him later since he had Algebra class on the other end of campus. As we walked away, Mikey yelled at the top of his lungs, “Jimmy! See ya later, Loverboy!” and cracked up laughing to himself as he blew a kiss my direction. About thirty kids stopped and started looking in my direction and laughed…some hysterically.

  “Don’t mind him, dude,” Connor offered, and playfully tussled my hair as he broke away to his locker. He always knew how to make me feel better.

  My next few classes went well. I didn’t have any classes the second half of the day with either Mikey or April, so I could just focus on my schoolwork. I tend to be the teacher’s pet type of guy. I naturally got good grades, and was always polite and attentive to my teachers. I didn’t brown-nose or anything, but I still got singled out as the example to follow in quite a few of my classes.

  Finally, the last bell of the day rang and I cannot wait to get home. Mom said that if I got my homework done early enough tonight, that we could go look at Christmas lights around town. I’ve always loved Christmas. Living in Washington State, I was fortunate enough to get a white Christmas every year. It just seemed to make everything so much more magical. The lights seemed to twinkle more, as they reflected off the snow and ice…and the people became just a tiny bit happier, in spite of having to drive in a foot of snow. And the cold temperatures made you wanna get a fire going in the fireplace, and drink hot cocoa while watching your favorite Christmas television special. That part, I had to imagine since we don’t have a fireplace in my house.

  Connor and I lived right next door to each other, so we always walked home together and talked about our day. It was actually the part of my day I normally looked forward to most.

  “Wanna have a snowball fight throw-down?” Connor challenged as we passed the park near our houses. A snowball fight throw-down is like the ultimate snowball fight….winner takes all. The last three years Connor has held the championship, but I was determined to beat him one day. It would have to wait until some other day though.

  “Can’t today, bud. We’re going to go look at Christmas lights tonight, so I gotta get my homework for Mrs. Schiltz�
�s class done ASAP!” I answered. “Maybe tomorrow.”

  “Deal.” Connor said with one of his patented winks as we each crossed our front yards.

  As soon as I opened the worn and squeaky door, I threw off my snow covered shoes and ran straight to the fridge. I was fortunate enough to have a very good metabolism. Though, sometimes, I wondered if I was too thin. I weighed just under one hundred and thirty pounds. I felt like that was a good weight for my age and height. I grabbed some whole wheat bread, three or four ham slices, colby-jack cheese, and some Cheez-Its and headed to my room. I put a sandwich together quickly, and got my books out of my hand-me-down book bag.

  “Is that you, Honey?” I heard Mom yell from down the hall. My Mom was a very pretty lady, that’s had to raise two kids all alone. She worked hard as a deli manager in our local super-market, but always seemed to have a smile on her face. Sometimes, I worried that she worked too hard. She was older than most of my friends’ moms, and shouldn’t be doing as much manual labor as she did. My friends use to tease me when I was little about my Mom being the same age as their Grandmas, but I still thought she was the best Mom. I would see these laundry detergent commercials on television, and remember my childhood being just like what was portrayed in them. The rays of sun would be coming in the windows, with a gentle Spring breeze. Mom would always have everything smelling so great, and welcome me home from school with a perfect smile on her loving face.

  “Yeah. I’m starting on my homework now. Are we still going to look at lights tonight?” I asked her.

  “As long as you and your sister get your homework done in time,” She hollered back from down the hall.

  My sister’s name was Sarah. Don’t let the angelic sounding name fool you. She was pretty…she definitely got our Mom’s looks. She had the same long, wavy, blonde hair that shimmers, and eyes that changed between blue and green depending upon which type of a mood she was in. Her skin was very pale, almost porcelain-like. But, my sister could be mean….to me, at least. I guess that was to be expected from an older sister. She had just turned 16, and thought she was too cool to hang around her dorky, younger brother. Even as kids, she seemed to find ways to torment me while we played together. When I was barely eight, she would only play with me if I would pet and talk to her feet. She would pretend they were turtles, and if I didn’t pet them, and snuggle with them, their feelings would get hurt. On several occasions, she’d make me eat the dead skin from her feet…telling me it tasted like bacon, and that the turtles made it for me. And, of course, she always got her way. Anytime we had to pick a game to play or what to watch on TV, it was always what she wanted. I always figured my mom loved her best, but it could’ve just been that she was mom’s first-born, or because they were both girls. Maybe it was just because my sister threw the biggest fit if she wasn’t getting her way. This one time, we were having an argument at Wendy’s about something and she took her packet of black pepper and blew the pepper right into my eyes. Boy, did it burn! Of course, she claimed it was an accident, but, I knew better. I hope she wasn’t planning on coming home late tonight, and messing up our trip to go see the Christmas lights.

  BANG, BANG, BANG!

  I sprung up from my history homework, as my sister barged into my room and collapsed onto my bed, scattering my homework all over the place.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I asked a bit too rudely when I heard my sister’s sobbing.

  “I don’t want to talk about it!” she replied. I moved my homework out of the way, because I thought her nose was running and I definitely didn’t need snot all over my report when I turned it in tomorrow. “You wouldn’t even understand,” she continued in between sobs.

  “How do you know what I’d understand?” I asked, defensively.

  “Men!” she exclaimed. Before I could figure out what she meant, she rambled on like I wasn’t even there. “They will tell you they love you, and that you mean the world to them…but, don’t you believe them. Oh no! Don’t you believe them!”

  I don’t really expect to ever be in that position with a man, but okay…..

  “They’re all the same and only after one thing. Why can’t Andrew understand that I want to take it slower than that? He tried to get me to hook-up last night, you know?” she asked rhetorically to no one in particular, as if I weren’t really even there. “And, then, when I said I just wanted to kiss…he said he was fine with it. But, today he gives me the silent treatment all day, and at lunch I see him flirting with Angela ‘the slut’ Morgan!”

  “Should I be hearing this?” I asked, but she continued as if not even hearing me.

  “If he wants Angela ‘the slut’ Morgan, well, he can have her! I’ve got lots of guys wanting to date me. That’s what I’ll do! I’ll go out with another guy tonight. See how he likes it!” Before she could ramble more, I stopped her and reminded her that we were all going to look at lights tonight. “Grow up, Jimmy! How can you think of Christmas lights at a time like this???” And, with that, she stormed out of my room, likely to go repeat the entire thing to our Mom.

  Even if she decided she didn’t want to go look at the lights tonight with me and Mom, I was still excited. I spent the next two hours doing my report until I smelled dinner. As I was packing my books back into my book bag, Mom yelled out, “Diner time!”

  I raced to the dining room, and saw we were having a “taco night”. Not very Christmassy, but I did love Mexican food. Laid out on the table were hard, corn tortillas as well as soft, flour tortillas. There was ground, seasoned beef, refried beans, two kinds of shredded cheese, black olive slices, lettuce, onions, diced tomatoes, salsa and sour cream. My sister was already seated at the table and seemed to be in better spirits. As always, I started loading up my plate first.

  “Hungry much?” my sister asked in a sarcastic tone.

  “You bet…” I replied with my mouth full as I continued shoving the first bite in my mouth. The taco broke and all its filling dropped out onto my plate. Mom and Sarah just laughed contagiously.

  After dinner, Sarah and I cleaned the table and dishes. She made me wash because she said her hands were too delicate for dish-water. Oh, brother! I don’t mind though. I never liked drying dishes anyways. I always thought I was going to drop and break them because they were so slippery. Once the left-overs were put up and the kitchen was sparkling clean again, Mom told us to get our coats and shoes on so we could get on the road for some good ole Christmas light lookin’.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice….” I hollered as I raced to find my shoes.

  “Jimmy! I’ve told you not to get snow all over the place when you come in from school,” Mom complained when she saw the mess the snow on my shoes made, “Go get a towel and mop up the puddles, please.” I hurried and cleaned up the mess, and we all hopped in the car.

  Brrrr, rrrr, rrrr, rrrrrr….cachuk!

  The car was older and seemed to not want to start with it so cold outside. Mom tried again, and it finally cranked. “Oh my God…it’s sooooo c-c-coooollllddddd in here,” Sarah complained. She always seemed to be complaining about something. Mom turned on the Christmas carols to take our minds off of the frigid car while it slowly warmed up. Then, she stepped outside to scrape the ice from the windshield. Meanwhile, I was bundled up in the blanket I kept on the back seat for long trips. I got car sick very easily, so if we were going to be in the car long I always had to nap to prevent myself from getting too nauseous. There was always a blanket and pillow waiting for me, just in case.

  “Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the waaaayyyy…” I sang as we backed out of the driveway. The car seemed to be toastier now, and we were on our way to the first neighborhood. A few of the houses didn’t have any lights on, even though their yards were decorated. We did find enough that had the lights on to make it worth it, though. We sang along to the carols on the radio, in between our trio of “ooohhhhs” and “aaahhhs” as we saw bigger and bigger displays of lights. One house even had wooden cut outs of cartoo
n characters, and had re-enacted a scene from my favorite Christmas special.

  Once we left a few of the smaller neighborhoods, we made our way to the King of neighborhoods. I don’t know if you’d call the houses in Ashton Woods Estate mansions, but they are certainly the biggest houses I’ve ever seen. Each house was covered in stone, and even had a smaller attached home for their housekeepers or cooks. We weren’t what I would call poor, but we did rent our home…and had an older car. Mom seemed to provide all right, though, and we haven’t had to be on welfare. Even so, money was tight. I could never imagine living in a house as large and luxurious as the ones I was looking at. There must have be at least seven or eight bedrooms in each main house…and probably just as many bathrooms. Imagine that….not having to share a bathroom with Sarah anymore. It brought a smile to my face.

  The lights and decorations on the mansions looked so elegant. It was my absolute favorite stop every year. My mom always worried that we’ll get arrested, because of how old our car was. “Surely, they’ll think we’re casing the joint,” she always joked. The house coming up had a huge tree in the middle of their spacious, front yard, and they always decorated it to look like a Christmas tree, complete with the tree skirt and larger than life presents underneath. It’s was so big, it reminded me of the tree at the end of the Grinch cartoon special. If I ever became rich, I’d want to give my Mom a Christmas tree like that…with just as many presents.