My Bloody Juliet

Chapter 3 - The Club Julianne POV

I'm baaaacccck! This is my favourite chapter so far!! I'm proud of it. Even though It's short. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll ever write long chapters. Sigh.

This is our first insight into the life of a vampire! Exciting no?

Anyway this chapter is dedicated to Roseneath as per request. And cause she's awesome.

Picture of Julianne on the side!

Enjoy.

Julianne POV

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“Please! Please, please, please Julianne! I don’t want to go alone! It’s a new city, I might get lost or worse bitten by a horrific mythical beast!” Tyler – as he was known in this life time – moaned at me, successfully disturbing my reading.

“For the last time Tyler! It’s just not my thing, I don’t come from an age where people go out get irrevocably drunk and proceed to grind all up on each other!” I huffed exasperated with his incessant whinging.  

“So! It’s not the 1800’s anymore J! It’s time to get our party on whilst we’re still young!” At this I had to laugh.

“You call being over a century old young? You need to go back to school Ty, or did they not teach you how to count in the 60’s?” I rolled my eyes at him chuckling on the inside. He always tried to get me onside, he says being the youngsters of the coven we needed to stick together. This always made me laugh. I couldn’t consider myself young, but I suppose when you’re one of the only two vampires born this side of the Renaissance in your coven then you really are a baby compared to the rest. I’ve been around since the late 1800’s but Tyler or as he was known in 1964 “Timothy” was the real baby of the group. I remember the day our leader Connor (or the 60’s version of himself Colin) brought him to us, Tyler had been attacked by a crazy man and his girlfriend in the Yorkshire moors back when we lived in England – my birthplace also. Apparently one of the oldest victims at 15 and Connor had seen something in him that he just had to save. Once he came round and got used to his new blood-sucking life he became the light of the coven and certainly kept me sane amongst the ancient vamps like Connor.

“Go on Julianne, live a little!” We had recently relocated to Redondo Beach California, a change Connor insisted from our usual drizzle-filled life in England. So we adopted American accents, learnt the culture and attitudes of the Californian people and with our newly formed identities we hopped on a plane and began our new life in the sun. Tyler had yet to get a chance to sample the local night life and was dying to get out but I preferred to curl up with Jane Austen and dream of England. My England, of gentlemen and courtship. The England that even in life I never got the chance to experience.

“How can I ‘live a little’ when I’m practically dead Ty?” I hummed not glancing up from my novel.

“Oh don’t start J! Being a vamp isn’t that horrid. We can be whoever and whatever we want, then move on and be someone completely different. You can’t tell me that that’s not fun. Plus, we get to party ten times harder! Now come on J, I’m not taking no for an answer!”  Maybe for once I just wanted to be one person, one version of myself. The old me. However, I could never resist the puppy-dog eyes. Rolling my eyes I replied:

“Fine.”

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I hated crowds, they always made me hungry. Having not eaten for a few days due to the move I was starving. I hated this side of me, this monster that I was. It made sick to my stomach. Sometimes, at times like this part of me wishes Connor (or as he was know in my day Cornelius) had left me alone.

Tyler had quickly abandoned me as soon as we entered Capulet, which I knew he would do, so I had taken to standing at the very edge of the masses, out of the way. I knew I would have a predatory look on my face as I tried to suppress my extreme hunger, I knew my eyes would be blood red at that moment. I hated the colour red. It reminded me of how disgusting my kind were. Reminded me that I was a monster.

I smelt him before I saw him. Wolf. Connor had warned us that America was overrun by werewolves, a headstrong race that thinks with their muscles and not their heads, apparently. Connors words, not mine. Were’s were almost extinct in England according to our great leader, with only a few small packs in the north, but in America they were certainly the dominant race.

I looked up to glance in his direction and as soon as I locked eyes with him I found I could not look away. Something stirred in my chest where my heart used to be when I looked at him. He was tall and broad with short blonde hair and the most amazing blue eyes that shone from across the room, enhanced by my brilliant vamp-vision. I noticed he started to make his way over to me, obviously realising what I was.

The next thing I knew he had me backed against the wall growling in my face.

“Is there a problem here wolfy?” I sneered up at him smirking.

“Yes, you!” He snarled in my face, the echo of my extinct heart fluttered at our proximity. Smiling innocently up at him I countered:

“Why little old me? Whatever have I done to offend the big bad wolf?” I pouted, playing up to my innocent act whilst he glared at me. I could feel the heat from his body and it was somehow stirring up feelings I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“You’re on pack territory for starters. Not to mention this vampire-voodoo crap you seem to have put me under.” What! ‘This boy must be crazy.’ I mumbled internally.

“Okay, I get the territory crap, but vampire-voodoo? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I genuinely didn’t. Did he think I was some kind of vampire witch? Vampires couldn’t cast spells, any idiot knows that. I mean sure we old dark magic but only the elder vampires like Connor could access it.

“You must of done something! Otherwise I wouldn’t want to do this!” And then he was kissing me. It was wonderfully unexpected and made my non-existent heart go wild. I had to make it stop, this new flurry of emotions was starting to really scare me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” I spat at him throwing him off of me with ease.

“You’re the one that’s convinced my wolf you're its mate!” Hold. The. Phone.

“Whoa! Wait a second, why would I want to do that? One, my coven and I are here to live in peace, hell I’m not even in this club by choice so why – if I could – would I bother to perform “vamp-voodoo” on your so-called wolf. And second, vampires don’t mate jackass. We don’t love, we can’t love. We’re soulless, unfeeling. Monsters.” Ignoring the pounding in my chest I spun around and marched right out of the club. Connor was right, Wolves we’re stupid.

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I love her! Don't you love her. She's such a tortured soul. Oh and the Vampires in this story change their identity every so often so they can't be tracked or discovered.

Thank you for reading. I love you. See you soon.