My Neighbor Is A Vampire Novels & Stories

I'm squatting with my pants on while Carter is in front of me, sitting sideward with his long on the floor. "Thinking of worst? I'm confused as to what you are referring to." "If you have been updated with the latest crime in the neighboring towns, the crimes have been rising lately. Several women were killed but the authority has no suspect due to lack of evidences." "And?" "My family... after digging some informations about the crimes, we figured that it is not done by a human serial killer. It is done by one of our kind." "You mean, they were all killed by... a vampire?"

Even her tone was low and sounded like pleading. Her lip twitched. She can’t say the same for the guy she was with, “What favor?” “Well, uhm… it’s a bit of a secret and it’s controversial. I hope you won’t spread it around. I have a nephew who appears to be a vampire. We can’t be sure, but we assumed his grandfather was a vampire. We don’t know much about vampires and raising him is getting tricky as he grows up. We need help. Can you help us?” She tried her best to condense the matter into a few sentences.

Graycort made her way up the stairs. “What else is real?” Rose was bouncing on the couch. Kam just buried his face in his hands, and I sunk into a chair to wait for Rose to wear herself out. Chrissy and Chassy just looked at each other. “Well,” Chassy started, “a vampire came to our Ma’s wake?” “He’s a friend of Nate’s. What was his name?” Chrissy asked. “Rafe Sanguinario,” I sighed.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

I looked up from my keys, turning my head to the right as Shelly pulled the neighbor's door shut behind her. "You snuck out. Don't you like Halloween?" "I'm glad it only comes around once a year," I replied. "How about that?" She laughed, slowly walking towards me like a little girl. Heel to toe, turning her hips as she dragged her fingernails along the wall. "Are you stalking me?" I asked, smiling back at her. "I'm a vampire, remember?" She shrugged. "It's what I do." "You're a good one," I assured her, wondering what she looked like the rest of the time. Would I recognize her if we passed on the street?

My kind now took great pains to dispose of bodies in ways where they would never be found, or to disguise our kills as something else. I glanced toward Leesa. She was leaning forward, seemingly listening in rapt attention. Once again, I hoped that was a good sign. “Speaking of shadows,” said one of my goth neighbors. “Do vampires come out only at night?” Leesa turned her head toward the guy’s voice. A moment later, her eyes met mine. My vampire hearing heard her gasp softly when she saw me. I smiled, trying to appear as open and friendly as possible. Happily, she returned my smile, but then she quickly looked away. I wondered why.

Thankfully, he didn't fear us. "Really? Nero, is there even such a thing?" I looked at my king, he had lived the longest he must've known something about it. Nero laughed and told me of course there is. "Those crazy neighbors of ours, a mile north from us. They kept on inviting us for dinner and we always refused just because it was weird seeing humans wanting to be like us. Plus, I don't like their style. Seriously, if you're that eccentric wanting to be a vampire, at least do your research and not copy everything from some blockbuster movies."

Concerned neighbors worried that one of the recently deceased Brown women might be harming Edwin from the grave. When they opened Mercy Brown’s grave, they found blood in her mouth and her heart and took this to be a sign of vampirism (though they didn’t call it that). The neighbors burned Mercy’s heart and mixed the ashes into a potion for Edwin to drink—a common anti-vampire tactic. The potion was meant to heal him; instead, he died a few months later.

I head to Tabby's house, and Elena and Lisa are there just like they said. The four of us have been friends for quite a while, and we are neighbours. Well, we live in the woods actually, all wolves live in the woods. We have our territory. It's like an estate, for example. The vampires also stay in the woods, but they have their own territory, and they know better than to trespass on our territory. Though they do it sometimes “Hi guys,” I say as Tabby ushers me in. “Hey” they all say in unity.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” She leaned back, folding her arms. “Because you can’t exactly walk up to a vampire and say, ‘Hi, please don’t kill me, but could you turn my friend?’ That gets us murdered in about five seconds.” “Generous estimate,” I muttered. I stood and moved toward the window, peering down at the street below. The evening crowd had thickened—vendors calling out, lanterns glowing brighter as dusk deepened, people brushing past one another without a care in the world. Somewhere among them, there could be vampires. Watching. Listening.