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Nightlife Sucks

I am co-writing this story with blogger bgbowers   I am writing the odd numbered chapters.   Please go to B.G. Bowers blog to read the even numbered chapters. Thank you.


“Lily, snap out of it,” shouted a deep, male, voice.  “LIL!”

I jerked back and saw Dreamer standing in front of me.  “What happened?”

“You’re asking me?” he said relieved.  “I was telling you that The Immaculate Conception, was selling like crazy and you just zoned out.”

“Let me see your teeth,” i said, standing up.


“I want to see if you have fangs,” I snapped.  “Now.  Open up.”

“Why would I have fangs?”


“Satisfied?” he asked, taking a step back.

“I think my take-out  lunch was on something new and it’s running around loose in my head.”

“What can I do?”

“Is everyone okay, JJ, Harry, Fluffy?”

“Sure they are.  Nothing’s happened to anyone.”

I sighed in relief and sat back on the stool.

“You ok?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly.  “Where’s Fluffy?”

“Sleeping in your office?”

“Do you think the vamps want to take over the human race?”

“Sure,” said Dreamer, easily.


“Why? Do you think they’re going to give it a shot?”

“I hope not.”

“Whatever happens, I’m on your side,” said Dreamer shyly.

I got up again and put my arms around him.  “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said, his face turning bright red.  “I love you too.”

“Is there any blood left from that guy I had lunch on earlier?”

“A little.  It’s in the fridge.”

“Thanks and congratulations on the new drink.”

“You’re welcome partner,” he said, grinning widely.

I picked up the blood from the fridge and took in into my office.  The color was good and it smelled ok,  well, maybe it was a little on the strong side but noting that unusual.  I spilled a drop onto a  special type of litmus paper we use for exactly this purpose and the paper immediately burst into flames.  “Okay,” I said out loud.  “I didn’t expect THAT.”  So there was something in his blood.  I picked up the phone and called Devon.

Devon and a short, stocky guy in a white lab coat, walked into my office fifteen minutes later.  Gerald, the lab guy, took the blood and began playing with his vials  as quickly as he could unpack them.  “Weird,” he said.  “Strong stuff.  Hallucinogenic and off the charts.  Ten times stronger than lysergic acid diethylamide.”

“LSD,” said Devon.

“I KNOW what it is, thank you very much.”

“The human brain couldn’t have handled this kind of drug for long.  Brain’s not made for it.  He would have been dead within an hour.  You’re lucky you’re ok, Miss Lily,” said Gerald.  “There’s  something else in here but I’ll need the lab to find out what it is.  I don’t think you’ll have any flashbacks because of your make-up but I can’t  be certain. Try to drink from people who are clean for a couple of days and get someone to feed you right now to dilute anything that might still be in your system.”

“Thank you Gerald.  I don’t know what we would do without you.  You’re a good friend.”

“Well, the pay’s not bad,” he laughed.

Fluffy looked up from her soft bed and smiled.

“You think she’s smiling at you, don’t you,” laughed Devon.

“She IS smiling at me, aren’t you sweet puppy,” I crooned, in puppy talk.   Fluffy’s tale thumped against the floor and she rolled onto her back.

“I’d like to stay with you until I’m sure that you’re okay.” said Devon.  “I think it’s the smart thing to do.”

“I agree.”

“You do?”

“One condition.”


“Kill anything unfamiliar that tries to get near me and kill me if I get too dangerous.”

“Deal,” said Devon.  “Now come here.”

What does…


Nightlife Sucks

Blogger and I are co writing this story. I am writing the odd numbered chapters. Please go to her blog for the even numbered chapters. Thank you


“Cute name for your bar, by the way,” said Serpentine. “The Coffin. Catchy.”

“I’m truly thrilled that you LIKED it,” I said, as the elevator slowed.

“We’re here and I think you’ll be pleased.”

The doors opened and Dreamer said, “Lily, what took you so long? Look,” he continued, opening his mouth. “I have fangs, just like yours.”

“Move aside Dream Boy,” said JJ. “I will have this body FOREVER,” he laughed, turning around. “No more hours in the gym. No more starving myself. I will be magnificent and available to my fans, uh…. I might take up a new career, forever is a long time,” he said softly, looking at his abs. “But see, I have fangs too. When do you think I’ll stop drooling.”

“Harry?” I said, looking at my bartender, sulking in the background. “Why is there blood all over your mouth and shirt?”

“He keeps pulling his fangs out,” said Serpentine easily. “Stupid boy.”

“I hate it here,” said Harry. “I want to go home. I miss Lynn and I miss my life. I miss the sun. I want to go home. I don’t want fangs.”

“How can you miss the sun? It’s only been two days?” laughed Serpentine.

“Help me Lily.”

“Send him back,” I said, looking into Serpentine’s eyes. “Now. Please. Thank you.”

“Oh, fine,” she said, snapping her fingers. “He wasn’t any fun to have around anyway.”

“Did you put him back where he was?” I asked very softly.

“Yes, yes. He won’t remember being here at all. He’ll think there was an attack on the bar and that everyone moved on.”

“He won’t believe that.”

“Trust me. He will.”

“Devon?” I said. “I thought….”

“I was dead for good?”

“Something Like that.”

“No, we’re all okay and doing our jobs.”

Fluffy ran to me and fell on my feet, begging for a tummy rub.

“What’s going on?”

“We,” said Serpentine excitedly, “are going to take over the world, breed the humans for food, and finally, take our rightful place at the top. We want you in a position of leadership, that’s the surprise.”

“You’re insane.”

“Like I haven’t heard that before,” she sighed. “Devon, talk some sense into her while I check on the lab rats.”

“So, you’ve been genetical altered?” I asked. “You’re not pure demon anymore?”

“Sure I am but now I’m Super Demon.”

“You’re also a liar and someone I never want to see again.”

“You don’t meant that, Lil. It’s still me.”

“Kind of the point. I officially hate you, so g e t o u t o f m y w a y,” I growled, pushing him hard. “Dreamer,” I yelled. “Can you got a minute?”

Dreamer moved closer, “What’s up Lil?”

“Do you want to stay here?”

“And live forever?” he grinned. “Oh,” he said, looking at my face. “You’re not kidding, are you.”

“I can get you out, if you want to go home,” I said calmly.

“I’m staying Lil. I feel better than I have in a long time. I like being able to see in the dark, hear every little sound, be stronger.” He smiled. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in me, but I like it here, so does JJ.”

I nodded. “Just wanted to make sure,” I said, trying to smile. “I’m still going to kill Serpentine. Are you in?”

“Nah. She’s okay, once you get to know her.”

“You going to try and stop me?”

“Stop you from doing what, boss?”

I hugged him, then walked away. Fluffy pressed close against my leg. “Can you get me out of here Fluff?” I asked, looking at her. She yipped once then kind of smiled at me. “Good girl,” I said, pulling on her ear. “I knew I could count on you.”

I walked up to Devon and pressed in close. He smiled and put his arms around me. I slid the second syringe out of my pocket, backed up a bit and slammed it home. His eyes opened wide and he fell to the ground in front of me. His body contorted into all kinds of interesting shapes and then he turned to ash. I pushed him around with the toe of my shoe and reached for Fluffy. “Let’s go girl, we’ve got work to do.”

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Bianca and I are co-writing this story.  I am writing the odd numbered chapters and she is writing the evens.  You can read her chapters on her blog at:  bgbowers  Thank you.

“Untie me James, or I’ll tell your mother.”

“Funny,” he said, getting up.

“What happened to you?” I asked, rubbing my wrists.  “Who is Serp and why would you have anything to do with her?”

James shrugged.   “I’m sorry about your friends, you always did kind of like humans.  I hope they will be okay.”

“You turned them into vampires, James.  How can they possibly be OKAY?”

“Maybe they’ll like it.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Where will you go?”

“None of your business, you moron.”

“Name calling is unbecoming, especially between friends.”

“Seriously?  You think we’re still friends?”

“Sure,” he said sincerely. “Old friends.”

I walked out of the empty doorway and saw Serp’s head laying on the grass.  “Okay,” I said softly to myself, “that’s weird, even for me.”

“Fluffy,” I said loudly. “I need you.”  And there she was, my beloved hell hound, steam rising from her back, in the cool night air. She looked at me and then started running in circles, yipping and dipping and begging me to chase her.  “Okay, but only for a few minutes,” I said, as I took off running.

I met Fluffy in a dark alley one night when she was just a puppy.  I saved her life then she saved mine.  We have been best friends ever since.  “Someone bad is messing with me,” I said, sitting on the grass, rubbing her neck.  “A bitch named Serpentine is screwing up my life and the lives of the people I care about and I can’t seem to kill her.  Fluffy growled, her eyes turned red and showed her teeth.  “Exactly,” I said.  “Take me down, please.”

Fluffy stood up, I closed my eyes and I put my hand on her head.  When I opened them, I was in hell.  “Let’s go see the Devon, shall we?”

It’s hot in hell but not unbearable, at least not in the city.  Devon lived in a high rise and usually had a patio full of potted dead, black roses. We took the elevator to the 60th floor and got out.  Devon met us in the hallway.

“Lil,” he said bowing. “So very nice to see you again.”

“Still trying to garden?” I asked curiously.

“Old habits die hard, you should know that by now.”

“I have a big problem Dev.”

Once inside I told him everything.  He looked at me and leaned back into his soft, red chair.  “Let me get this straight,” he said, staring at his fingers.  “You want to find your friends, you want to kill the bitch who is hard to kill, you want James to be put somewhere out of your way forever and you want your old life back.”

“Yes.  Can you help me?”

“For a price,” he smiled.  “I’ve missed you.”

“Should have thought of that before you started seeing other people.”

“I never saw other people Lily.  No one.  Not EVER.”

“How about we talk about this later and work on killing the bitch now.”

“I think she’s a new, genetically enhanced shifter.  Almost impossible to kill.”


“Yes.  Almost.”

“Almost means there’s a way, so tell me how.”

“One injection.  Directly into her chest.  It’s a DNA scrambler, made as a safety, in case some of the toys decided  to go out and play without proper supervision.”

“You look good Devon,” I said, staring at him.

“So do you.”

“Can you get the serum for me?”



Devon rose and walked over to me.  He held out his hand and smiled.  “In a couple of hours.”

I put my hand in his, looked into his icy blue eyes and sighed.  “Here we go again?”

“Here we go again,” he whispered, pulling me to him.

“Devon.  I want her dead.”

“I know.”

My fangs dropped and I tore at the skin on his shoulder, lapping daintily at the blood dribbling from the wound.  Devon groaned.  I smiled.  “Promise me we’ll get her.”

“I promise.”

Two hours later the three of us were standing in front of a stainless steel table, listening to a guy in a white coat tell us exactly how to take her down.  “The shot won’t harm anyone who is not genetically enhanced.  It cannot be used against you, or against your hound.  We had to make sure of that, if you know what I mean.”

“Why did you make these…things?” I asked the tech.

“Because we could,” he answered, looking at me strangely.  “Why wouldn’t we?”

I grabbed the two syringes and shoved them in my pocket. I took Devon’s hand and Fluffy’s neck and we headed for the surface.

Nightlife Sucks

I am co-writing another story (vampire), with blogger bgbowers.  I am writing the odd numbered chapters and she is writing the even numbered chapters.  Please click on her blog to read her chapters. Thank you.


“You bitch,” I screamed, although the sound was deadened by the rush of air as we flew through the night.  “I will tear out your heart, push it down your throat,  remove your head and set you on fire.  I will roast fat, white marshmallows over your burning body and then I will give your ashes to the demon hounds of hell.  They’re friends of mind.”

“Oh, do shut up Lily,” said Serpentine, directly into Lily’s mind.  “Someone had to rescue you from yourself.”

“You killed the people I cared about.”

“They were cattle.  Mere animals.  You can’t actually care about your food, silly girl.”

Lily struggled but she couldn’t move.  “Who are you?”

” Ah, here we are,” said Serpentine, smiling.  “Do be a good little vampire, will you.  Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the grownups.”

“I’m revising my original plan.  I’m going to stake you and then set you on fire so that you can feel the flames burning through your hideous flesh.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you say,” sighed Serpentine, landing gently on the front steps of a suburban home.

“A white picket fence?”

Serpentine brushed off her black silk blouse and black linen pants.  she shook out her hair and turned to me.  “Seriously, dear, good behavior.”

I smiled at her and kicked the door so hard that it flew off it’s hinges and landed inside the house.  “Hey, VAMPIRES, we’re hooooome!

The bitch sighed and followed me inside.

“Lily?” said the man rushing toward me from kitchen.  “I’m so happy to see you again,” he whispered, engulfing me in a giant hug.

“Get off of me,” I yelped, pushing at him.

“It’s me, James, James Farrow.  I used to live next door to you when we pretended to go to high school.”

“Jimmy?” I said taken back.  “What the hell is going on and this bitch,” I said, glaring at Serpentine, is going to die.”

“Oh, there was a coup and I’m the new King of this part of the country,” he said easily.

“What?  When did this happen?  Where’s Thomas?”

‘It happened last night and Thomas is, well, dead.”

“You killed Thomas?”

“No, of course not.  My sister did.  And your friends from the bar are going to be fine,” said James, happily.  “I know how you always loved your pets, so I had a crew go in and turn a few of them after you were picked up.”

“You what?”

“I thought you would be happy.”

“Excuse me a second,” I said, picking up the spindly chair in the hallway, smashing it against the wall and sending the nice sharp leg right through Serpentine’s heart.  “Bet you didn’t see that coming did you Serp?”

The woman looked at me and began pulling the stake out with two hands.  That’s when I pulled my switch bland out and cut her throat.  She dropped to the floor and I stomped on the stake, making sure that it went all the way through.  I cut her head all the way off and threw it into the front yard, then I turned to James.  “What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?”

Nightlife sucks

This is another co-written story by bgbowers and me.  All odd numbered chapters can be seen on her blog.  Thank you.


The night was hot and steamy. The air felt heavy and smelled of garbage and sweaty humans.  I straightened my tight black dress, pushed my fingers through my short blond hair, and walked into The Coffin, liked I owned the place.  I snickered and waved at the cape check girl, and, since I actually DID own the place, went straight to the bar and  reached for a nice warm O positive.  

“Harry,” I said, licking my lips, raising my glass.  “How’s it goin’?” 

“Expect a full house.  JJ’s dancing tonight,” he said smiling.  “You know how the ladies love him.”

“The guys love him too, let’s not forget that.”

“The guys love him too,” he laughed.  

“Do you need anything?” I asked.

“Just you, but you always say no.”

I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.  “I’m not good for you Harry and you know it.   Besides,” I smiled, “what would Lynn say?”

Harry sighed and started wiping the immaculate and highly polished bar.

The place looked great.  The tables were made out of coffin lids and each had a large vase of dead flowers in the center. The booth seats were pews.  Bats hung from the ceiling and large screens showed a constant stream of vampire films.  The walls were covered with beautifully framed movie posters and several authentic film artifacts. The stage was huge and the lighting perfect.  The band was amazing and the dancers delicious.  I should know, I’ve tasted almost all of them.  Death was good.  

“Lily,” called Dreamer.  “I made a new drink for tonight.”

I turned toward him and looked at his incredible body, his black hair, dark eyes and long lashes. “The name?”

“Immaculate Conception,” he laughed.  “One night only, ten bucks a shot.”

“What would I do without you?” I asked.

“Be broke and living on the street,” he said, shaking his head.

He was probably right.  His dreams were what kept us going and I was grateful to him. It was time I made him a partner.  “Hey, Dreamer, do you have a minute?”

“Sure. What’s up Lil?”  he asked, walking toward me.

“I want you to be my partner.”

“What?  You mean you want my blood?”

“No, I don’t…well, sure, but that’s not what I meant.  I want you to be my legal business partner, you know, lawyers and papers to sign kind of thing.”

He picked me up and swung me around.  I put my face between his shoulder and neck and inhaled deeply.  He smelled so good.  “Is that a yes?”

“YES,” he yelled, putting me down.  “Thank you.”

“It’s long overdue.  You deserve it.”

“People,” he said, glancing away. 

The doors were open and the guests started pouring in.  Humans and Vamps alike.  Everyone ready to feed their hunger, looking for something to take the edge off, something to get rid of the pain. Newbies and regulars alike, they came, like moths to a flame, for a night of fun at The Coffin. 









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