Kiss of the Vampire (The Vanderlind Realm Book 2) by Gayla Twist Page A
Authors: Gayla Twist
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little fledging feels the same?”
“Yes,” I told her. “Without a doubt.”
Chapter 13
Haley
I caught myself feeling excited about my date with Tommy. I guess it was just a leftover habit from when I was mortal, which really wasn’t all that long ago. I was stretched out on my bed in my blacked out room trying to plan what I would wear. My uncle used to call me a slut if I tried to leave the house in a mini skirt and tights, but those days were over. I could wear whatever I desired and had the body to back it. That was definitely a perk of being a vampire.
When I was first turned, I started torturing Uncle Kevin for all the abuse he had rained down on me for the last several months. But then he had kind of a nervous breakdown. Bullies really didn’t like it when the tables were turned. He confessed to how miserable he was in his life and actually apologized for taking his anger out on me. He said that he just felt lost, and frustrated, and he didn’t really know how to handle it.
I wasn’t sure if forgiving him was the right thing to do. It sure wasn’t the easy thing to do. But I began to wonder how it felt to actually be Uncle Kevin. His wife had left him for a richer man, his daughter only showed him affection when she was trying to shake him down for something, and his job wasn’t exactly well-paying. Plus he drank too much. And he gambled away any cash he earned that his kid couldn’t squeeze out of him. He seemed to always be in a bad mood, which probably meant he was depressed. I knew alcohol was actually a depressant, so it wasn’t the best thing a person could do to feel better. But Kevin guzzled bourbon like it was soda.
So I decided to try a little experiment. Instead of torturing my uncle and making him even more miserable, I decided to try to help him improve his life. I used my influence to get him to cut down on the booze and cut out the gambling. Then I delved into his mind to find out what career he might actually want to pursue. After that it wasn’t so hard to get him to sign up for some classes. And fix up the house while he was at it. I didn’t even instruct him to stop being his daughter’s doormat. He figured that out all on his own. Ashley fought him tooth-and-nail, of course, but Kevin held strong. And I think they were both better for it. Although Ashley probably wouldn’t have agreed with me.
I began to think about how I would handle my date. Tommy Sherman was an asshole. There was no getting around that fact. He had used me and humiliated me. But what was a fair act of revenge? Ripping his throat out seemed over the top. I guess the best thing I could do was to make Tommy fall madly in love with me and then give him a taste of his own medicine. I would figuratively rip out his heart rather than literally rip out his throat. Something similar would have to go for Sheila, the Maybe-Lauras and even Ashley. They had all been horrible to me, too. Some teenagers could be so heartless unless it came to their own suffering.
I’d recently acquired a new cell phone. I’d lost mine in the crash that ended with me being transformed into a vampire. A cell felt like a weird possession for a creature of the night. I wasn’t even sure if it was something that other vampires carried around. It seemed very modern and being a vampire felt like a very old-fashion thing to me. And the sad truth was, I didn’t have anyone to call. Or text. I didn’t even have a Facebook page. So maybe I did make a good vampire because I definitely wasn’t engaged with social media like a modern teenager. On the other hand, I probably would have been a media addict, if I knew anyone to engage with.
I again felt the strong wish for someone to confide in. Or even just talk to. Being a vampire was so damn lonely. Dorian was the only vampire I knew. A new thought occurred to me. Was that why
“Yes,” I told her. “Without a doubt.”
Chapter 13
Haley
I caught myself feeling excited about my date with Tommy. I guess it was just a leftover habit from when I was mortal, which really wasn’t all that long ago. I was stretched out on my bed in my blacked out room trying to plan what I would wear. My uncle used to call me a slut if I tried to leave the house in a mini skirt and tights, but those days were over. I could wear whatever I desired and had the body to back it. That was definitely a perk of being a vampire.
When I was first turned, I started torturing Uncle Kevin for all the abuse he had rained down on me for the last several months. But then he had kind of a nervous breakdown. Bullies really didn’t like it when the tables were turned. He confessed to how miserable he was in his life and actually apologized for taking his anger out on me. He said that he just felt lost, and frustrated, and he didn’t really know how to handle it.
I wasn’t sure if forgiving him was the right thing to do. It sure wasn’t the easy thing to do. But I began to wonder how it felt to actually be Uncle Kevin. His wife had left him for a richer man, his daughter only showed him affection when she was trying to shake him down for something, and his job wasn’t exactly well-paying. Plus he drank too much. And he gambled away any cash he earned that his kid couldn’t squeeze out of him. He seemed to always be in a bad mood, which probably meant he was depressed. I knew alcohol was actually a depressant, so it wasn’t the best thing a person could do to feel better. But Kevin guzzled bourbon like it was soda.
So I decided to try a little experiment. Instead of torturing my uncle and making him even more miserable, I decided to try to help him improve his life. I used my influence to get him to cut down on the booze and cut out the gambling. Then I delved into his mind to find out what career he might actually want to pursue. After that it wasn’t so hard to get him to sign up for some classes. And fix up the house while he was at it. I didn’t even instruct him to stop being his daughter’s doormat. He figured that out all on his own. Ashley fought him tooth-and-nail, of course, but Kevin held strong. And I think they were both better for it. Although Ashley probably wouldn’t have agreed with me.
I began to think about how I would handle my date. Tommy Sherman was an asshole. There was no getting around that fact. He had used me and humiliated me. But what was a fair act of revenge? Ripping his throat out seemed over the top. I guess the best thing I could do was to make Tommy fall madly in love with me and then give him a taste of his own medicine. I would figuratively rip out his heart rather than literally rip out his throat. Something similar would have to go for Sheila, the Maybe-Lauras and even Ashley. They had all been horrible to me, too. Some teenagers could be so heartless unless it came to their own suffering.
I’d recently acquired a new cell phone. I’d lost mine in the crash that ended with me being transformed into a vampire. A cell felt like a weird possession for a creature of the night. I wasn’t even sure if it was something that other vampires carried around. It seemed very modern and being a vampire felt like a very old-fashion thing to me. And the sad truth was, I didn’t have anyone to call. Or text. I didn’t even have a Facebook page. So maybe I did make a good vampire because I definitely wasn’t engaged with social media like a modern teenager. On the other hand, I probably would have been a media addict, if I knew anyone to engage with.
I again felt the strong wish for someone to confide in. Or even just talk to. Being a vampire was so damn lonely. Dorian was the only vampire I knew. A new thought occurred to me. Was that why
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