Vampires On Vacation

Author’s Note: On the Daily Flash Writing Prompts group on Facebook, the prompt for the day was “It’s almost summer! That means beach and pool days, and cold drinks. Write about someone that hates all of those things. A vampire on vacation? A kid prone to getting sun burns? You tell me.”  And honestly? How could I resist?

Isellta sat in a crouch at the shore’s edge, watching the waves come and go. Every time the cold water touched his toes, his large black wings would flap ecstatically.

Robin shuffled over to him. “Hey. I sure hope you ain’t plannin’ to go swimmin’.”

Isellta looked up at him and tilted his head. “Why?”

“Stupid fey. Your wings’ll get all waterlogged and pull you under. I’d have to rush in and rescue you.” He scoffed. “I can just see how well that would go. I’d get all day exhausted and lose consciousness. Stupid you would drown.”

“Umm. I don’t think fey can drown.”

“With you bein’ the way you are, you’d drown.”

“Hm. That is possible.” A bright smile came over Isellta’s face. “Sit next to me.”

Robin did so without any objections.

Isellta leaned his head against Robin’s arm. “I’m so happy.”

“ngh. Sun’s too darn bright and hot.” He kissed Isellta’s head. “But I’m happy too.”


Raven looked at the swimsuit Missy had picked out for him.

He stared at it and stared at it.

It did not disappear as he had hoped.

He gingerly picked it up as if it were a rotting bird carcass.

He thought about putting it on.

He also thought about getting staked.

Both were equally fun to his way of thinking.

Missy entered his hotel room. “Hey! What’s taking so long? Huh? You aren’t dressed yet.”

She said plenty more after that, but Raven took one look at her bikini and his mind just up and broke on him. He just stood there shaking his head.

“I could help you get dressed if you want.”

He turned to stare at the framed picture of an octopus and a starfish. It made him feel much better. “There is no need for you to do so, Missy.”

“Then, come on! Get dressed! The ocean is out there waiting for us.” She wrapped her arms around him.

The black Speedo fell out of his fingers.  “Missy. I…I am not comfortable. I…”

“Hm. What if I put a cover up on? Would that make you feel better?”


“Good!” She released him and smacked his bottom. “Get dressed.” She left the room.

He picked up the bit of black material. “More like undressed. Completely undressed.”

Raven sighed and slowly pulled off his white gloves.


Ambrose lay face down on the beach blanket. He stretched his arms along the sides of his head.

Don’t pay attention to the blazing sun.

Be glad for the oversized umbrella thing shading me.

Just breathe. In and out. In and out.

The neverending sound of the rushing waves relaxed him.

In and out.



The scent of semi-sweet chocolate and vanilla bean revived him. He slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

Barbara knelt before him. “You okay?”


“Do you want to go back inside?”

He carefully shook his head. “wanna be with you.”

She slid her fingers into his hair and fluffed out the sand.

He pressed his head up against her hands.

She giggled. “You really are like a kitten.”

Ambrose smiled sleepily. “brat.”

“Love you.”

He closed his eyes. “love you too…”


Immortal And Cantankerous

Author’s Note:  I couldn’t help myself. This piece is based on two of my characters from my ongoing story on my other blog.

I don’t know why
You follow me around
Lookin’ like a unwanted puppy
Caught in the rain.

I don’t know why
You worry about me
Fallin’ on my face
Or gettin’ myself staked.

I’m fine.
Darn it all!
I’m fine.

I don’t know why
You make me feel
Things I don’t understand.
Things I might understand.

But I’m fine.
Darn it all!
I’m fine.

I am a vampire.
I don’t need your coddlin’.
I don’t need your watchful care.
I can stand on my own.
With or without you.

You’re gone.

You’re gone.


Missin’ you and
Wantin’ you to
Come back to


February Writing Prompts

Raven’s Alternate Reality

Author’s Note:  Yet another alternate reality moment for my Ambrose and Elsie characters. This time, it’s Raven’s turn. 

James Arden returned to the house in a state of badly rattled nerves and messed up emotions.

When will Miss Farlington understand? We cannot be together. It can never be. We can never be.

I wish we could be.

He set the lemonade carafe on a side table in the hall.

How can I go back out there? How can I face her again?

I need to calm down.

I am a butler.

I must be calm.

He entered the parlor to pull himself together.

The parlor wasn’t empty.

A woman sat on one of the stiff-backed chairs.

“Excuse me.”

She rose from her seat to reveal her close-fitting yellow dress.

He bowed. “I was unaware that anyone was in here. I will leave you be.”

She had marigold hair and black licorice colored eyes. “Well. Aren’t you an interesting fellow?” Her voice made him think of fresh cream on a summer day.

She strolled over to him in a way that made James think of a cat. A very dangerous cat.

An irrational fear gripped him. He turned to leave with at least a minimum of decorum.

She grabbed his shoulders and held tight. “Do you have any idea how good you smell?”

“Madam, I need to—“

“You need to just shut up. I don’t care for prey that talks and talks.”

His face turned pale as he understood what he was dealing with. “Vampire.”

“mm. Yes. Vampire.”

“I am deeply sorry, Miss, but I am not interested in becoming a creature such as yourself.”

“Too bad.” She dug her claws into his collar.

He elbowed her hard in the ribcage.

She gasped and staggered back.

He pulled a stake out of his sleeve. With a couple of expert touches, the stake transformed into a full scale javelin.

She opened her mouth to speak.

She was too late.

He thrust the javelin into her heart.

She fell dead.

He dusted off his gloves. “I never thought I’d have a need to make use of that particular skill set.”

James Arden sat down in the seat she had vacated. He thought about his near death experience. He thought about his life as a whole.

He thought about a great many things.

He stood.

Life is so short.

He walked over to the dead vampire and reclaimed his javelin.

For some, it is shorter than average.

He shrank it back into a stake and slid it up into his sleeve.

I may not know how long I have to live.

He let the house and returned to the party.

But I know what I want my life to be.

He found her in the crowd.

May Rose Farlington.

He smiled.

I know.

He strode over to her.

She glanced at him. “What do you want? Sir?”

“I have come to apologize, Miss Farlington.”


He crowded into her space and she did not back away.

He kissed her.

He ended the kiss before she could properly react. “From now on, I will call you May Rose.”

Joy brightened her face.

He kissed her again. A long and tender kiss.

Her fingers slid up the sides of his head, ruffling up his hair.

James Arden broke away and opened his eyes. He looked at May Rose Farlington with all of the love he had kept so carefully concealed. “My own May Rose.”

The Bad Ending That No One Wants To Read

Author’s Note:  On June 16, I posted a story where Elsie rides off into a thunderstorm with Ambrose.  I decided to top it with the most unlikely of scenarios.  Just because the thought of it was way too WHAT THE HECK? GAH! PLEASE NO! to pass up.  Fair warning: This is not for the faint of heart.  😀

Elsie walked up the long, winding drive.

Ambrose had moved to Seattle with Barbara for unknowable reasons.

Hildreth had joined a Tibetan monastery in Toronto.

And Elsie’s mother had married Barbara’s father. They were currently on their honeymoon somewhere in North Dakota.

Elsie was alone.

She reached the top of the cliff.

A mansion stretched before her, all ablaze with light.

She smiled.

“I won’t be alone for long.”

She marched up to the front door and kicked it open.

“No point in knocking nicely.”

She headed into the living room.

And he was there.

Mark Caten sat in a comfortably-sized wingback chair, reading the newspaper.

Her smile grew.

She walked over to him and swipped the newspaper out of his hands.

“Hey! I was reading about a delicious calamity in South America. Oh. Hello, Elsie.”

“Mark.” She dropped the newspaper on the floor and admired the man sitting before her. Why did it take me so long to see how gorgeous he is? “You have always been the worst person on the planet. I’ve never liked you, even when I worked under you. I hated you. But…” She brushed the back of her hand against his face.

He smirked.

“They say that hate is simply love in another form.”

“Huh? Who says that?”

“Mmm. I don’t know. People.” She kissed him and he took it very well.

As she pulled back, he smirked. “It’s about time you saw how magnificent I am.”

She laughed whole-heartedly. “We’re going to be so happy together.”

“Of course. You’ll be a lucky bride. Married to the epitome of manly perfection. No. Better than that. Married to the epitome of godly perfection. There. Much more accurate.”

She kissed him again and again. “Mmm. Mrs. Elsie Caten. I love the sound of that.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course you do, cupcake.”

Daily Prompt: Punctured Tire On Elsie’s Wedding Day

Author’s Note: Time for a completely unlikely scenario.  😀  Like, this is never going to happen scenario.

Elsie Vansing sped down the road in her souped up Mustang convertible.

Today was May 21.

The day she had been awaiting for too long. It had finally arrived.

And she was running late.

And her wedding gown didn’t fit quite right.

It’s all those hamburgers Hildreth has been making me eat.

It’s all his fault.

I don’t know why my mother insisted on us getting married in Pinkerlee. They have a perfectly nice church in Havaton.

Ploom! Her front tire exploded into rubber shreds.

Elsie clenched her teeth and pulled over to the side of the road. She got out of the car in her wedding dress and went to fetch the spare tire.

There was no spare tire.

She stared at the blank spot where the tire was supposed to be.

“Okay. This is doable. I’ll call Hildreth. Have him pick me up.” She pulled out her phone.


Dead phone.

No charger.

No spare tire.

And there was no one else on the road.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll walk.”

And so she abandoned her car.


She was half-way to Pinkerlee when the clouds scooted on in. They grew thick and dark and ominous.

Elsie held her head with pride and determination. “I will make it to the church on time.”

And the rain came down in buckets and sheets.

It melted the hairspray holding her hairstyle in God’s good order. Her hair plastered against her skin. Her mascara cascaded in black torrents down her face. Her drenched gown stuck to her body. The hem of her gown attracted every bit of dirt and mud and burrs. Even though she was walking on the road, her dress attracted burrs. Somehow.

Hysteria slowly built up inside her chest as the rain came down harder and harder. She wanted to throw herself down and just give up.

She wanted to sob out her misery and drown in it.

A peach Mini Cooper pulled up next to her.

She gloomed a look at the driver.

He smiled at her. “Hello, Elsie.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Ambrose.”

“You look like you need a ride.” His smile grew. “You look like you need a lot more than that.”


“You gonna get in?”

She opened the door and got into the car. Her gaze traveled all over his face, his neck, his arms.

“Elsie.” He stroked the sopped hair away from her face.

That was all the encouragement she needed. She threw her wet dressed self at him and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around her. His hands moved up into her hair. “Elsie.”

She eventually released him and returned to her seat.

“Well. Where should I take you?”

She smiled love at him. “Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.”


via Daily Prompt: Puncture

Only Make Believe

I am a fey with too much emotion.
I am a vampire with a bad attitude.
I am a villain who everyone wants dead.
I am a fey queen who yearns for freedom.

I am a vampire hunter who is serious.
I am a vampire hunter who has a quirky sense of humor.
I am a dragon with strong emotions.
I am a fast talking girl who turns into a fire creature.

I am the drama in their lives.
I am their good days and their bad nights.
I am their matchmaker.
I am their creator.

I am a writer and I bring them all to life.

Daily Prompt: Spike In The Road

Author’s Note:  And now for a completely uncanon, possible future moment from my other blog’s story…

Isellta the fey stood outside the pub.

The cigarette smoke inside the pub was too intense and thick for his likings.

So, Isellta stood outside.

Robin will be out soon. He said he would be.

He looked up at the sky and sighed.

So many things have happened and changed.

Even Robin has changed.

He doesn’t yell so much.

And he hasn’t slapped me in a long time.

I’d say life is perfect.

The moon came out from behind a cloud.

Something shined silver on the ground.

Hm? What’s that?

Isellta came over to it and picked it up. The object was shaped like a stake, but made completely out of metal.

Isellta smiled at it. His wings flapped happily.

It’s pretty.

He moved it back and forth. The moonlight danced across it.

I’m not even sure what it is, but it’s pretty. Its lines are clean and smooth and they make sense. There’s nothing whimsical or fanciful about its design. It just makes sense.

Whatever it is.

He flapped his wings again.

It’s mine.


via Daily Prompt: Spike