Vampire Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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Vampire Short Story - Vampire for Hire

He glanced up and jumped, totally unprepared for the young woman who stood planted before him. Obviously, she had crept up to the counter during his preoccupation with the scooter.

“I’m ready to be checked out,” she told him, though it was totally unnecessary. Obviously, that was the reason she was standing here!

Jase greeted her, then asked if she had managed to locate everything that she needed. She wasn’t very talkative, so he concentrated on ringing up the basket of items. All was well until he came to a discarded banana peel.

He held it up for her inspection and she shrugged her shoulders. “I was a bit hungry, okay?"

Fine with him, but how was he going to ring it up? After delaying for a spell, he finally punched in twenty-five cents – to which the lady immediately complained.

“What! That’s ridiculous! Why, for fifty-nine cents per pound, I could buy an entire stalk!” She paused, gritted her teeth, then told him, “Just put it back. I don’t want it!”

Jase winced his lips. Put it back? Idiot. There wasn’t anything left. Except the peel, of course. And it was growing blacker by the moment.

Rather than argue with the headstrong lady, he tossed it into the trash hidden under the checkout counter, subtracted the quarter, then tallied up her bill.

Just after midnight, the market was suddenly filled with anxious shoppers. Jase supposed that this was the herd that generally worked the four p.m. to twelve a.m. shift.

He waited on a girl with orange, purple and green hair – a kaleidoscope of sorts. Then there was the woman that had managed to sneak in her ugly looking mutt, which looked to be a cross of a bulldog and a pug. His head kept bobbing out of the large cloth bag that the woman held tight to her side. Not a lovely combo, bulldog and pug. The poor dog’s face was flatter than Jase’s good china.

And cranky. My, these humans were cranky, he decided. Perhaps it was because they knew they were mortals, that nothing was forever. No matter how successful they became, no matter how much money they made, death was inevitable. Nothing was forever.

But, he was. Vampires are definitely forever, Jase silently acknowledged.

And Jase was filled with an unidentifiable surge of happiness for he, too, had a purpose. His existence was equally as important as these cloud-faced humans. The only thing that separated him from them, was his immortality!

As the hours passed, he saw more and more motley-faced strangers. It seemed that most had the same wants as he did: a bit of food, a bit of change, a bit of warmth.

And suddenly, it was quite nice, being a vampire for hire.

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