Note: this is a prequel to a currently unfinished comics project
Nancy hated vampire parties. They were always such a drag.
Granted, she had only been going to vampire parties for three years, but she knew a drag when she saw a drag and vampire parties were always it.
It was bad enough that she would spend so much of her favorite holiday surrounded by self-important men who died long before she did would needlessly flap their lips to try and impress her with their “worldy” ways, but then she had to deal with her sire pretending not to see her.
Katya. Tall, gorgeous and Russian. Nancy was never certain of how old she was, but she knew she called herself a “Night Witch” at one point in her life. She was so cool. It was easy for Nancy as a sickly human to fall in love. Though Katya didn’t feel the same. A bite, a screw, and then she flew the coop. Now she acted like Nancy was a ghost. Either invisible or unwanted.
Nancy sighed as she pushed the ice cubes around in her drink. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to go out and dance or trick or treat. It was Halloween after all. Instead, she had to surround herself with “her own kind” in some desperate hope to make friends. Except no one here wanted to be her friend. They just wanted to screw.
“Excuse me, miss…”
“Buzz off, Dracula,” Nancy muttered without even looking up at the man. If one more pasty dude who got changed in the mid-1800s was going to hit on her, she was going to walk out of this party with a head as a party favor.
The other vampire huffed and walked away without another word. Nancy smirked to herself as she took a sip of her drink. That’s what she thought.
“A bit harsh, young one.”
Nancy perked up a little. A woman’s voice this time. She looked up and immediately felt herself blushing, though that may have been the blood. In front of her was prim and proper looking woman who looked like she was out of one of those history textbooks she barely paid attention to in school. Long dress, pretty eyes, brown wavy hair pulled back into a bun with feathers. Nancy had to be dreaming. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly interested in the guys that hang around these places.”
“Neither am I,” the woman sighed as she took the chair across from Nancy, sitting up way straighter than her. Ankles crossed, parasol place in front of her like a royal scepter. Nancy fumbled a bit as she attempted to fix her own posture. “In my experience, vampire men are so droll. Perhaps why I don’t come to these events that much.”
“You’re a smarter woman than I, lady,” Nancy admitted, pushing some of her blonde hair away from her face. “I keep coming to these things in hope that I’ll find something that I’m looking for, but I don’t even know if that’s here…”
“Well, what are you looking for?”
Nancy looked at the woman, who was now leaning forward ever so slightly with interest. Was this even real? “I don’t know. Not a man, obviously. Or maybe if the right one ever walked up. But I want fun! I want excitement. I don’t want to be surrounded by self-importance that makes you think you’re too good to dance when ‘Twist and Shout’ comes on or that makes you think being tall, dark and sad is better than free candy.”
“Then why are you here if that’s what you want?”
Nancy looked away, her heart dropping to her stomach. “I… I don’t know. I guess when you become a vampire, you’re supposed to surround yourself with other vampires and be that kind of self-important forever.”
“Well, there’s no rule I’ve ever seen that says that. And I’ve probably been this way a lot longer than you, from the looks of it.”
Nancy stared at the bright orange fabric of her own mini-dress compared to the darker colors of the other woman’s longer dress. She was right about multiple things, this was true. Maybe Nancy could be just as right about something too. “You wanna get out of here then? I think we could still find a house or two still giving out candy.”
The other woman’s lip twitched at that, nearly forming a smile. “I don’t know. I don’t exactly run off with other women whose name I don’t know.”
“Nancy,” she replied with a grin. “Like Sinatra.”
“Louise,” the other woman replied, holding her hand out. “Like Brooks.”
Nancy took Louise’s hand and pulled her out of her chair. Louise made a slight noise of surprise at first, but it was soon followed by a peal of laughter that made whatever was left of Nancy’s heart melt. “Well then, c’mon, Lou Lou. Let’s blow this party.”